Mommies need relaxation...

Yesterday I took a bath, in my large master soaking tub. I lit two candles, poured a half glass of cabernet sauvignon and put some invigorating peppermint bath crystals in the very hot water before I got in. 
In my bliss, I remembered the time that I was completely exhausted and too tired to do any of the above, but nonetheless I drew the bath and sat there, in the dark, hiding from my kids so that I could have a moment of peace. Then, this happened...

When Roman was a baby, I used to try to hide when I was taking my bath, behind the shower curtain, in the dark, since when he found me he would typically start to strip his clothes off and get in OR he would sit outside the tub and make me sing "Happy Birthday" to him over and over as he blew out my candle and make me relight it. Now I have Marissa, 3 years old, adding her special touches (or I should say toy dinosaurs and squirt guns) to my bath.
Back to present day, I am laying there and thinking about how hard it is to take a peaceful bath, alone, when you're a mom and maybe... just maybe... I will actually have an uninterrupted, quiet and peaceful bath. The I hear it, screaming. Both of the kids are screaming, at each other. Who knows what the fight was about, all I could hear was Roman, "Marissa won't leave me alone!" Then Marissa, "It wasn't me!" Roman, "Yes, it WAS!" Marissa "NO IT WASN'T!" ... and then on and on back and forth. By now my dear hubby settled the dispute, but as he walked back in to the master bedroom I said "Hand me some ear plugs" and decided they are not quite old enough for me to assume that it is "my time" to have the relaxing bath of my dreams.