Baths

I am going to make a confession. Please don’t judge.

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to bathe the boys at least three times a week. If I use the words “at least” three times a week, you’re safe to assume that I was not bathing them prior to the New Year three times a week. And, I’d probably have to correct you if you thought I was bathing them twice. See? Embarrassing. Prior to the New Year the boys were more often than not once a week bath takers. Gross, I know. Without a doubt they needed baths more than that. But I hate bath time. We don’t use the word hate in our house, but for this one time only, I’m allowing it. I. Hate. Bath time.

Most moms probably love it. The kids play and it might give them a chance to put laundry away, finish dinner, do a quick clean, really anything. In our house, this was not the case at all. The boys fought me on getting in the bath each and every time. Once I would convince them to get in, one boy would complain the water would be too hot, the other boy would complain it was too cold, one boy would take up too much room, the other boy couldn’t stretch out, that boy had the toy the other one wanted, this boy would splash that boy in the face with water…and on and on and on. If I would leave the bathroom for five seconds I would come back to a pool of water on the tile floor. They hated (oops, used that word again) to get washed and they disliked getting their hair washed even more. So, we moved to taking showers. That was a disaster. Then we moved to one boy in the bath and one boy in the shower. I was running back and forth like a mad woman while Quinn laid in the middle of the floor wondering what the heck was going on and why I wasn’t holding her. Bath time always lead to fighting, tears and someone getting hurt. Too much drama for me at the end of the day and right before bedtime, so I basically gave up. Ridiculous.

And so I had little, dirty boys who may have got a “wet-wipe” wipe down at the end of the day if they were lucky. Austin was appalled. But he wasn’t here to give them baths and so he couldn’t make me.

But the New Year brought about resolutions, so I set mine within reach. Three baths per week. I am happy to report, so far this has been obtained. And in some cases, exceeded. What?! I don’t know what happened. It was like a magic flip was switched on in 2012. They even ask for baths now. There is no fighting, no complaining and minimal water on the floor. And best of all….clean, handsome (funny-faced)boys.