Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

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Tub Traumas

"Ok in there?" John hovered, somewhere close by. Undoubtedly, just outside the bathroom door "I've washed these two munchkins in the other tub, Sophie wants, no needs to go to bed she tells me; Wants a kiss from her mum"

I picked up a wash cloth and draped it as strategically as I could over my chest, Soph had seen the inches of scars from the small surgeries but if John was there I wasn't having any 'oops looks' accidents, my hand covered lower down my body in case the bath bubbles parted. "Soph where are my kisses!!"

Sophie rushed through the door and up beside me, I leaned over carefully for a kiss on the lips, she loved to kiss in an order- lips, nose, both cheeks then my forehead.

"Can I wash your head mummy!" She already had the shampoo in her hand. She looked at me expectantly.

I nodded consent "Of course, I've been waiting for you, huny" She had washed my hair way back when I had some, now with the stubbly mess I had, she had no trouble, her fingers always giving me a gentle massage.

"You make mummy feel really good when you rub my funny head." I could hear John snigger in the hallway "Grow up Lennon!"

"It's daddy mummy, not Lemon" Sophie rinsed my hair and finished her kisses. I didn't correct her surname miss hash of his lordships name.

"He is your daddy hun, not my daddy" I could see Soph's mind going over and over what I had said, she looked around but didn't see him so turned back "Well it's John, that's daddy's name. Like uncle Paul is Paul"

"Ok ok, you win. John" I kissed her nose. "Off you go, I will be through to tuck you in when I finish up in here. Love you sweetie" Sophie replied quickly 'I love you too mummy' and turned to go off out through the door.

"Soph shut the-"

She was gone.

"...door" was said into thin air.

So, the conundrum at this present moment is....

Wait for Linda and freeze my tits off...

OR

Wait for John to finish settling the kids, he comes back to the bathroom door, I shout 'shut the bloody door' then still wait for Lin and freeze my remaining tits off....

OR

I, as quickly as I can, get out right now, while he is settling the kids and shut the door when I'm out.

I chose the 'get out of the freezing cold bath water now' option.

Like a military exercise I begin:

Check the essentials-

Towel close by to landing zone. Check.

Floor mats in place. Check.

Ok...A hand on the tub here and over there. Knees up......Check.

Ok let's move.... lift, grasp, grunt........

Nothing!!!!!

Arghhhhhhh.

My legs are already frozen rigid in place.

Bloody Linda and her 'it's not the right day in the shitty chem-cycle' crap, I should have showered.

Maybe I should stay here til she gets back...in three plus hours, not likely, I'll be a prune with pointy tit bits or they will actually fall completely off.

Ok, come on, try again Rox.

Maybe both hands on this side of the tub and do a lift and roll. Hmmm, well it will be pretty uncomfortable, and I will end up on the floor...