Saturday Night Family Bathtime
Nov. 9th, 2013 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Technically, family shower time as we don't have a bath. Someday the master bathroom will get redone, and we will, but until then, we shower. Given that the water pressure is going steadily wonkier, though, and it takes a few minutes for the hot water to travel from the heater tank (outside the kitchen) to the shower room, replacing the water heater with a flash heater is inching up the list for our major household spendature for 2014.
But weekends are for laundry. And clean sheets on the bed and bassinet call for clean bodies to go with them. This evening, Wonderful Husband showered first, afterwards letting his hair air-dry a bit so it could be trimmed shorter. Meanwhile I took Squiddle into the shower and sat down on its ground to wash him. The only times he complained were when he didn't have some bit of himself in the warm falling water! When he was clean and rinsed, I handed him to Wonderful Husband, who took him off to be dried, diapered, and dressed while I took my own shower. After I was done, I took turn being in charge of the baby while Wonderful Husband got out the clippers and cut his hair, with me helping just a little to even up the back. And now he's showering again to get rid of the trimmings while Squiddle naps and I type this post.
It's a very small, mundane bit of an evening routine, but it's soothing and tranquil nonetheless. We spent the day chasing around to replace broken glasses frames (Wonderful Husband), tidying Squiddle's room (me), finally hanging some art on the walls (WH again), and figuring out what outfits Squiddle has grown into and out of (both of us). A day like this should be boring, or feel small. But it doesn't. Isn't there some saying about the art of happiness consisting of being content with what you have? And I am.
But weekends are for laundry. And clean sheets on the bed and bassinet call for clean bodies to go with them. This evening, Wonderful Husband showered first, afterwards letting his hair air-dry a bit so it could be trimmed shorter. Meanwhile I took Squiddle into the shower and sat down on its ground to wash him. The only times he complained were when he didn't have some bit of himself in the warm falling water! When he was clean and rinsed, I handed him to Wonderful Husband, who took him off to be dried, diapered, and dressed while I took my own shower. After I was done, I took turn being in charge of the baby while Wonderful Husband got out the clippers and cut his hair, with me helping just a little to even up the back. And now he's showering again to get rid of the trimmings while Squiddle naps and I type this post.
It's a very small, mundane bit of an evening routine, but it's soothing and tranquil nonetheless. We spent the day chasing around to replace broken glasses frames (Wonderful Husband), tidying Squiddle's room (me), finally hanging some art on the walls (WH again), and figuring out what outfits Squiddle has grown into and out of (both of us). A day like this should be boring, or feel small. But it doesn't. Isn't there some saying about the art of happiness consisting of being content with what you have? And I am.
