This is a short, short story and really just a silly moment that I should be ashamed of.
It all started with the new job that my husband started and with his new job came the new hours which happens to be the third shift. So now that means no time for me because I work in the day and when I come home he is asleep. I have to focus on the kids, homework, dinner, etc. prepare his lunch for the evening and by the time I am finished with everything there is no time for us. Weeks have gone buy at first I was ok with the little quickies in the early mornings but it just wasn’t enough because he was too tired from work and I had to get ready for work myself. But now I seem to be in the mood all the time! You know what they say, you don’t miss a good thing till it’s gone.
One evening I decided to just take me a hot, hot bubble bath with some candle lit and glass of sangria and let the quiet storm play and wash away the long day I had. As I began to sip and unwind I began to wash my self slowly and felt I relieved in a strange way, then I realized with a shameful surprise like a kid whose hand was caught in the cookie jar. Am I turning myself on? And so I remembered my best friend telling me just lay back and let the water drip and so that is what I did. OH MY GOD. I never experienced something so pleasurable in my life. Now I have become obsessed with the bathtub. As soon as I get home I do my daily deeds kiss my husband goodbye and kiss the kids good night and say hello to my tub. I guess this is my new love, my tub.
