Nothing beats getting into a nice, perfumed bubble bath after an emotionally exhausting day, laying back and then hearing
THUMP. Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter...
"HI MY BUBBA!"
Splash.
The thump would be Miss V. jumping out of bed. The pitter-patter would be her running into the bathroom from the bedroom, greeting me and then throwing her purple gumboots into my bath before she starts stripping off so she can join me.
After all, what's a nice relaxing bath without a toddler to splash water in your face, dump approximately 60 toy boats into the tub with us and sing at the top of her lungs?
But you know what? After the day I've had, it was exactly what I needed.
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