Okay... Picture the scene, I am standing on the landing between the bathroom and my bedroom slightly soggy! There is a large lump in my bed and two damp discarded towels in the doorway, loud giggles and squeals of delight are coming from under the lump then up pop the Little ones fresh faced from the bath, wet hair dripping all over my bed as I wasn't quick enough to grab more than a quick swipe with a towel as they ran in.
I attempt to take a step towards them but my feet won't let me, they have gone to sleep, pins and needles from kneeling down beside the bath washing hair for the last 15 minutes (curly hair really does take a long time to rinse!). My back hasn't fared much better at almost 5 months pregnant leaning a bumps width away from the bath trying to rinse their hair has just about done it in, god I feel old!!
Daddy has gone AWOL after I had asked him to fetch clean pyjamas, I wonder what he will return with, he has been gone ages and the bedrooms are only a few metres apart!
Little 1 has disappeared again into the depths of our duvet, oh I do hope the bed dries out before I have to get into it, wet sheets, yuck. Little 2 is now shrieking and streaking around the bed completely naked, my ears are beginning to scream!
Daddy has returned and attempts to grab the children laughing and kicking and wrestle them into their pyjamas while I turn my attention to the bathroom to avoid being kicked. The toys are put to drain in the sink and 4 (yes, 4) wet flannels loitering in balls along the side of the bath dripping onto the floor are squeezed and hung to dry, towels picked up and the bath emptied. I deal with the mess trying not to slip on the puddled floor.
The girls are dressed, snuggly winter pyjamas for one and shorts and t-shirt for the other (?!), their hair is dried amid screams of 'Owwwww' 'Don't do me first' and 'I wanted Daddy to do it', a fight over who gets to hold the hair dryer ensues and then it is downstairs for milk and a biscuit before the battle of who is brushing who's teeth and reading them their stories.
This is a totally normal bathtime in our house, are we totally crazy to be adding a third child into the mix?? I have to admit it is always a little bit mad when Daddy is around as he has the knack of sending the children a bit bonkers just by being home, when he is working late bathtime is much calmer, there is less noise and I get a drier bed too.
How is bathtime in your house? Is it as crazy as ours?