He said it with a straight face, but like all other things that he says, and i’m pretty sure he’s joking about, I laughed and shook my head. Here was my husband, offering to give me one of the pleasures I’d yet to have in our home of almost 4 years. I completely thought it was a joke.
“Let’s make a deal: tomorrow night, you let me run you a bubble bath. I’ll get the kids bathed and ready for bed early, while you wrap up your blogging work, and I’ll get your bath ready. Deal?”
I reluctantly said sure, while smiling and convincing myself that he was trying to play a trick on me. I knew that even if he was being truthful, there was no way the kids would let it happen. Someone would throw a tantrum, resist bedtime, and before we would know it, it would be 10pm. Just like every other night. But a little part of me did hope that it would all work out, mostly for my husband’s sake.
The next day went just as I thought: the kids were a handful but my husband didn’t falter. He did everything he promised, including the bath. As I heard the water running, an excitement filled me that I hadn’t experienced in years. I was anticipating a time to just relax right in my own home. Bubble baths were my little frugal luxury long before I had a family. I remember working 16 hour days, and coming home to my first apartment. I wanted to do nothing but soak in a bubble bath, and I did that almost every night until my husband and I (he was my fiancé then) moved in together. Even then, I’d tell him I needed an hour in the tub to relax and I’d have no guilt about it. Seven years and 2 kids later, I couldn’t remember the last time I treated myself to this. Now, my own husband was making sure that I got back to something that made me truly happy.
The bathroom was filled with candles and the bubbles were piled high. I had made a quick Appletini and bought in my iPod and mini speakers to listen to my favorite relaxing tunes. As I soaked, I felt myself turning back into that young, single girl with no one to take care of but herself.
Transferring all of the days worries into the bubbles.
Letting it all go.
For an hour, I was the original me. Amiyrah 1.0. Nothing more, nothing less.
All of that emotion from a bubble bath.
We all go back to the simple things when life gets complicated. For me, it’s a bath, for you it may be something else. We also sometimes forget what those simple things are, and Thank God, we have people in our lives to remind us of what they are.
Bubble Bath
“If you really want to take a bath, I’ll run one for you.”
I LOVE this post. I am a fellow bubble bath lover! Visiting from TICS. Bubble bath posts are enough to win my following. (-:
What a special husband you have!! A little slice of heaven for you.
What a nice treat for you!
We really DO go back to the simple things when life gets complicated. Or if we don’t, we should do it more often!
Did your husband get them all down before 10?
You managed to not get a single knock on the door during the full hour? Did you lock the door?
Lol! I have so many questions as to how you and your wonderful hubby made it so!!
Great reminder that we all need to slow down and enjoy those simple things in life that truly make us relax, and put a smile on our face. Thanks for helping me remember that!
Thanks for following, Deanna!
Krista, yup I had the whole hour nice and quiet. No knocks on the door or anything. It was heaven and a welcomed break.
Travis, thanks for stopping by! I hope you write in “slow down” on your to-do list in the near future 🙂
You know I loved this post, haha! I could list 10 things I love about soaking in a tub. There just isn’t anything else like it for me. Nothing else relaxes me the way that does. I’m so glad that you got to enjoy one again. I hope there are many more in your immediate future! How sweet of your husband to follow through with it! (Now go get yourself a LUSH Comfort Bubble Bar, trust me.)
Jamie,
Yes I’ll have to get myself one of those! I love LUSH products but only get them as a super treat. I’ll have to treat myself to one soon 🙂