I needed to give the kids an incentive so I told them they could use my jetted tub for baths.
Bath #1 (Nugget’s bath): Shrugged his shoulders about mysterious the mysterious puddles all over the floor.
Me: “K, out, next kid please!” (I mop up the water with a towel)
Bath #2 (Poppy’s bath): Saw a bug in the water so she “had so climb out” resulting in more puddles AND an entire stack of clean towels is now underwater.
Me: “Good grief... ok...get out...” (I locate the last dry towel in the house)... next kid please?
I come in to check on Fiona and I my senses are overpowered by some sort of “eau de man” smell in the steamy bathroom air
Bath # 3 (Fiona’s bath): I walk in to the bathroom. I find my senses are overpowered by some sort of manly cologne steaming in the bathroom air. A barely visible face speaks to me from underneath the bath bubbles.
Fiona: “Mom I don’t know what happened, I just turned on the jets and bubbles started going everywhere.”
Me: (Wondering what explanation the Husband will accept in light of the “no kids in our room ever again” agreement)
Bath #4 (Max): Never happened.
I still can’t figure out which of the Husband’s products they dumped in the tub…
Did I mention you aren’t supposed to put any products other than water in the jetted tub?
That wasn't all. The day is young. Read what happened next in "The Getaway."
