3/2/22 Journal: Bath Time!

“My God, I am so exhausted.”

It was 7:30 PM and Evi looked like she was about to collapse. Not only did our daughters make consistent, warlike attempts to wreck the house (after supposedly being too sick to go to school), Evi attended some two-hour webinar on her metaverse project, cooked all the meals, and–get this–installed a new door handle on our sliding glass door.

I was next to no help, since I worked another long day as a mortgage banker.

“Joe, the girls are in their bedroom, I just started a nice hot bubble bath and all I want to do is lie in it. Can you please get them in their PJs and put them to bed?”

“Of course, baby. They don’t need a bath?”

“No, they’re already clean.” She paused, then added, “Wait, I want to show you something. Come here a second.” She walked me over to the slider and showed me the new handle.

“Holy crap,” I said. “First the deck, now you fix the door?”

“I’m the new handyman around here,” she said. Her expression was pride, mixed with some frustration that she had to be the handyman. “Okay, I’m going to do nothing but enjoy my bath, please take of the girls.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Evi then walked around the corner to the hallway bath and saw this:

Sasha and Norah, on their own, completely stripped down and stole Evi’s bubble bath.

I laughed so hard I nearly choked. Evi laughed as well, but it sounded different; like a mixture of laughter and crying.

Louis CK once said, “You’re not a woman until people come out of your vagina and step on your dreams”. I think I’m starting to better understand that bit now.

Anyway, Evi went to the other bathroom and settled for a long shower. I bathed the little shits and got them to bed.