Family Time in the Tub

Have I told you lately how much I love my kids? Ya. I do. After a terrible day on Sunday, we all kissed and made up and took a Jacuzzi tub together. Yes, we have a BIG bathtub and yes I was wearing Clothes. I don’t get naked in front of my kids anymore.

It all started so innocently. When my eight year old was about three, I drug him into a Victoria Secret dressing room with me while I tried on bras. As soon as I took my shirt off he declared in his loud little three year old voice,“You’re fat!” “What!” I replied, in my mad, I want to yell but I can’t so I’m whispering, voice. “You do not ever tell someone they are fat!”Again with the loud voice, “Well, your boo-boos are fat!”

Thank you! I mean, “SHHHHHH!”

It went downhill from there. “Ewwwww, that’s disgusting!” while my six year old points to my sagging body parts, is not something I want to hear in the shower. I have never showered with her since. I’m not trying to win a beauty contest here. I would just like to take a shower without grossing people out. That’s all I’m asking.

Persistence can’t figure out why bathing with her isn’t my favorite thing to do but I’ve discovered that a little less nudity in the tub really helps the situation. We can even invite Victor to join us. Which we did. After we made him bring us our breakfast. Then we needed hot chocolate. Then we decided we wanted to watch a movie while we soaked. He is helpless against his three favorite women. He doesn’t even put up a good fight.