At Least Someone Got a Bath

I've not been feeling too hot the last couple of days. I was laying down reading and Eddie decided to jump in bed with me and cuddle but before too long he was asleep. Since we're having the missionaries and friends for dinner, I figured I should probably bathe and at least smell presentable. I left Eddie asleep in my bed, cleaned out all the toys, wiped out the tub and started the bath water. In case you didn't know Michael and I have a great big jacuzzi bathtub in our master bath that I use a couple of times a year and it empties out the water heater just to fill it. So the water's running and I go down stairs to grab a yogurt and my water bottle. When I get back to the bedroom I notice Eddie's no longer asleep in my bed, his clothes are strewn on the floor and he's sitting in my full bathtub, surrounded by toys. After sensing me nearby, he looks up with those adorable blue eyes of his and I tell him, "That was my bath." His reply is, "Want to share, it's good to share." Aaron my 5 and 3/4 year old would attest that sharing a bath with Eddie is gross because sometimes he pees in the water. So of course I declined. My dreams of lounging in a warm bath with the jets running and reading a book are squashed. So I guess I'm blogging while I wait for the water heater to refill with hot water so that I can take a rushed Shower before our dinner guests get here. The sacrifices I make for my children.