Trying to be sweet.
I washed the dogs this weekend…which destroyed our tub. The tub was also missing a screw that held the hot water knob on. So, on the way home from work I stopped at The Home Depot, and got Drano and an assortment of faucet handle screws.
I get home and put the Drano into effect. After dinner, I finish the flushing of dog hair into the sewers, and fix the hot water handle. I rinse out the tub, but it is still pretty nasty, so I set the Scrubbing Bubbles to work.
And I get an idea…
“Hey honey, the tub is fixed…including the handle.”
“owww, thanks”
“And it’s clean. Why don’t you take a nice, hot bath. I’ll watch the binja.”
“That would be nice. Sure you don’t mind?”
“No, go for it…but wait a second.”
So I go give the bath a final rinse and find the Aveeno soothing bath foam. She deserves a good bath tonight.
“OK, I’ll take him.”
Sarah slips into the bathroom, radio on. Tony and I are hanging out, he’s almost asleep…for about 2 minutes. He’s getting hungry, but I want to stave off his feeding until a little later. Usually Sarah would give him a bath to do this, so I decide to do the same. He usually likes his bath.
So I get all the stuff together, throw his towel in the dryer so it will be warm, get the water to an agreeable temp, and derobe the baby. He’s ok for a couple seconds…then the water starts to go cold. I had forgotten that my wife will use every drop of hot water the hot water heater will hold in her bath. It was down hill from there.
So when Sarah got out of the tub, I was putting lotion on a half naked baby, who was starving, and letting the entire city hear that I was torturing him with lukewarm water, baby lotion, and starvation tactics.
Hope she had a nice bath. I asked her, but since my ear drums where bleeding, I missed the response.
January 23rd, 2008 at 4:27 pm
“Hope she had a nice bath.”
Just not a hot one.