Bathtime Bliss

This week our boiler packed up – the perfect time of year for an unforeseen disaster. Aside from the stress and expense of finding a plumber who could fit a new one before the forecast snow began falling, we were left without heating or hot water for six days.

Though we were not exactly cosy, the lack of heating was possible to ride out, wearing extra jumpers, wrapped in blankets and huddled together on the sofa.

But not having any hot water to wash with was not quite so bearable.

So this week we embarked on our first ‘bathdate’. It’s like a playdate but the playing part is really just an excuse to use the bathroom. Thanks to a kind and generous friend I enjoyed a hot shower, before my daughter and her friend had a splashing time sharing a bubble bath.

Toddlers playing in the bath
Bathtime fun for everyone (Nursery Whines)

As I stood under the soothing, hot stream of water, lathering my lank hair and watching the suds fall around my feet, I suddenly found myself wishing that the bathdate could become a regular occurrence. Not that I have some sought of masochistic desire to be without hot water in my own home. But it’s been a while since I had the luxury of washing in peace.

My daughter is very eager that we bathe together these days. A pleasurable experience for her perhaps, but not so comfortable for me.

First of all it is rather chilly. I sit shivering in tepid, shallow waters, squashed up against the taps, while she wallows merrily at the other end, kicking water in my face.

She is not keen on hair washing. And this doesn’t just apply to her own hair. Apparently, my attempts to scoop up the murky waters and tip them awkwardly over my head disrupts her own bathing experience. So she protests loudly as I speedily rush my shampoo and rinse, and I later find leftover conditioner behind my ear.

As if this imposition on my personal hygiene routine wasn’t enough, I also have to endure a running commentary on my wobbly bits.

Toddler in a bath playing with red and blue bath pens
Let’s play nipple dot-to-dot (Nursery Whines)

I suppose, really, we never grow out of this fascination with the naked body – we just learn not to talk about it so openly. But one forgets after all those years of getting changed at swimming pools with a towel wrapped around you and politely fixing your gaze at toe-level, that the human anatomy can be such an interesting subject to make casual chitchat about.

In between getting water-boarded with a flannel or being asked to draw hippos on my leg with bath pens, I suddenly find we are discussing my bosoms in great depth. My daughter concedes we both have nipples but mine sit atop two mounds of intrigue, prime for analysis.

Then there is the difference in the shape and size of our bellies; bodily hair sprouting in surprise places; and so the conversation evolves.

I find her questions and observations simultaneously amusing and awkward – like watching an episode of Fawlty Towers. Despite my discomfort I find it entertaining, and must try and remain composed as I explain the scientific facts surrounding my lumps and bumps.

Baby in a bath full of bubbles
Feeling bubbly (Nursery Whines)

Showers I have alone at home are almost always rushed, as I hurry to get dry and dressed and dash to answer the calls of a rousing creature, hungry and bursting with energy. Or sometimes they are even interrupted by the arrival an audience, who has escaped her minder and come to check how wet my hair is and how my “bothomth” are looking.

That undisturbed shower I enjoyed on our bathdate was not just a cleaning experience, it was a calming one. There was even time for contemplation.

We have a new boiler and I am fortunate enough to be warm and washed once again. But the luxury of a long, peaceful, relaxing bath or shower is about so much more than hot water.

This post is dedicated to Helen. Thank you for being so generous and welcoming, and of course helping to invent the bathdate.

Pink Pear Bear
One Messy Mama
Accidental Hipster Mum

7 thoughts on “Bathtime Bliss

  1. I would die without a bath (o.k., bit dramatic but it is my favourite thing in the world to relax with). We had a similar experience with our boiler a few years ago, again right in the middle of a cold snap. It wasn’t for quite as long but we had fun in that we had a gas fire in the living room and had a camp out that night after getting the room as warm as we could while the rest of the house froze.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That sounds amazing! I try and jump in the shower without anyone noticing but my son has a 6th sense for these things! Luckily he is quite a good shower companion and hands me shampoo and conditioner quite happily. There are always questions though. Always questions! Thanks for linking up to the #bigpinklink this week.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Accidental Hipster Mum

    Oh I feel for you, our boiler needs fixing. It works insofar as it keeps the house warm but the hot rubs hot, then cold, so it’s impossible to have a hot, deep bath. When I shower I have to steam out of the stream every few minutes while the temperature drops. Is your new boiler the best thing ever? I would love a hot bath right now, you’re so lucky you’ve got a nice friend to sort you out!

    #RVHT thank you for joining in!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s