It used to be that bath time was my favorite time of the day. I would come home from a long day of work and heel wearing, draw a nice warm bath full of eucalyptus and spearmint bubbles, and soak for hours in complete silence.
These days bath time is still my favorite time of the day, but instead of a bath full of minty freshness and silence...... it is full of Dora the Explorer vanilla bubbles, squeaky bath toys, tub overflowing, and a lot of laughter.
It might not be relaxing but I wouldn't change it for the world.....
Okay, maybe every now and again I might dream of a quiet space all for me...but what fun would that be?
Besides if I had it, I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself.