I love a good soaking in a warm bubble bath. With the door closed. And double locked. Maybe even a chair tilted under the knob, just for good measure. Soft music playing on the alarm clock radio. With only the faint glow of the bathroom night light illuminating my glass of hard Bourbon Ginger Ale. Heaven.
My Cailey inherited my love of a end of the day bubble bath. She wants to be a mermaid when she grows up. So, the tub is the natural place for her unwind. Only I make her keep the door open, no music, lights on blindingly bright, and she’s lucky to get a glass of water.
I do throw in the bubbles, though. Mostly out of necessity. To aid in getting her clean. Saturday night, I set her up in my tub. She happily sank back, bubbles up to her neck, her hair upswept in a clip.
She looked like an angel as she beamed up at me. When she was sufficiently wrinkly, she gingerly got out and I wrapped her in a large thirsty towel and held her close. I smelled of her soft neck and said, “Cailey, you smell just like a flower.”
“NOT FOR LONG, MOM,” and just then she cranked out a gaseous expulsion that forced me consider repainting the bathroom.
I’m not kidding. It brought tears to my eyes.
And not in a good way.
Since I’m on the subject of smelling good. Or not. I wanted to vent my frustration over something that happened this weekend.
I’m not a perfume person. I use to be. Back in the day, I could layer on Anais Anais or White Shoulders with enough gusto to curl your hair. But, when I was pregnant with Emme, the smell of perfume, any perfume, would send me screaming into the next zip code, just to escape the assault on my delicate senses.
And since then, I haven’t gone back to the perfume counter. However, I do enjoy a nice scented lotion. I found a wonderful citrus-y lotion at Bath & Body Works, called Tamarind Nectar by Breathe Delight. I LOVE THIS LOTION. I buy a couple of bottles at a time, and I’m set for 6 months or so.
I was just about out of my beloved lotion, and happily, I found myself in the mall. I bounced into Bath & Body Works and aimed myself at the familiar shelf, brushing aside the apron clad worker bee, “I know just what I want.” And then I stood staring, in disbelief, at a shelf that no longer held Tamarind Nectar. The apron clad sales person stood beside me, thoughtfully gazing up at the same shelf.
“Where is it?” weakly, I asked. She explained to me that my favorite scented lotion, the one that I’ve dearly loved for nearly 9 years, has been discontinued.
OH THE HORROR. She gently took me by the elbow and showed me a couple of other inferior scented lotions that offered a citrus type aroma.
IMPOSTORS. HIDEOUS IMPOSTORS. I thanked her for trying, and I left empty handed. Head hung low.
I’m on a mission now. To locate a new citrus-y scent, that won’t overwhelm my delicate sensibilities. Or send me into financial ruin.
And I knew just where to turn. Does anyone have any citrus scented lotion type recommendations?
And really y’all, after the t-shirt suggestions, I’m still laughing. I think we should go into business.