The Relaxing Bath

I had a totally different blog post in mind for today but when I finally had time to sit down and write it last night, I thought I'd have a nice relaxing bath and get into my jammies first. Bath yes, relaxing no. First off Fred has to come in and try to lick all the water out of the tub and off of my arms if he can reach them.  Then hubby may as well come in and sit on the side of the tub to soak his feet.  "They're clean" he says.  Fine. So, while I'm not laying out in the tub relaxing ('cause hubby's feet are now at one end) we hear a big bang, a bunch of growling and as we look out the bathroom door the waste basket from our bedroom goes rolling by with Freddie right behind it. "Don't worry" I said, "It's empty.  Shortly after we can hear that it is apparently stuck some where and we see Freddie go trotting back past the bathroom.  About a minute later the waste basket from the computer room goes rolling by.  It too is empty.  This does prompt hubby to get his feet out of my bath and go check on Freddie  He dries his feet and carries his towel to take to the laundry.  On the way by the living room, he sees that Freddie is eating one of the said waste baskets.  I hear a raucous and he says he's got it. He puts it up where Freddie can't get it and walks back into the living room and I hear the not so pleasant words start all over again.  I ask "What now?" from my supposedly relaxing bath.  Hubby replies "Well s**t!" "I put my towel down to get the waste basket from Fred and when I turned around the little bu**er stole that!" So now in order to get Freddie to drop the towel I started making lots of splashing noise in the tub which he could not resist and came running.  I like to think he thought I was drowning and came running to my rescue.  Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream!

By now my nice relaxing bath is a bust so I give up, get out of the tub, get my jammies on, go into the living room to this.

Have a great weekend everyone!!