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The Joy of Suds

The story so far for anyone who doesn't know: The bath breaksThe wallThe windowA new wallThe flood.

Today we got the go ahead from hubby. We could all have baths! Oooh the joy of hearing those words! Do you realise none of us have had a bath in our own home since MARCH?

Since there was still a slight chance of leakage we had baths one at a time (the kids like getting in together), starting with the smallest and lightest, who also requires the least water, just in case any seals go or anything like that. BUT there must be no splashing, because the tiles aren't up on the wall yet.

Georgie first then! Poor wee fella, I think he may have forgotten what the bath was for! He looked worried at first, but then realised just how much nicer this was than a cramped little sink! He did splash, just a little, and not enough to harm the walls.

Tom next. This could have been a problem... Tom HATES having his hair washed, but since he is too big to fit in the sink, and too small to have it washed at the sink, he was in the greatest need of a hair wash. Fortunately the novelty of the tub did wonders and he was both shampooed and conditioned without trauma! Jack's bath was equally successful, although Jack has always loved having a bath so that was never going to be an issue. He was just gutted that it couldn't be a "play bath" with splashing, toys, bath crayons, and bubble fights.

Then it was my turn...... Sheer bliss! And I can report that the bath held up to my weight. OK, I couldn't have candles, soft music, glass of wine and a book to accompany a 3 hour soak, but I did manage to have a damn good scrub! I feel sooooooo clean! The rest can wait until the bathroom is titled and finished.

But what about Hubby's bath? He's still waiting for his. He has spent the afternoon taking down the tiles from the rest of the bathroom. He's managed NOT to break the toilet or sink in the process, although the sink is now loose from the wall and the bigger children are banned from using the bathroom without supervision - they are both fond of swinging on the sink and that would not only break the damn thing but result in broken bones for them too!

Could this finally be the light at the end of the tunnel? Can I now start looking at nice floor coverings, a new cabinet and shelving, even (squeal of excitement) NEW COORDINATED TOWELS?

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