If you give a Mom some quiet time to take a bubble bath, she will grab a book (any book really, cause she knows she will never be able to finish it.) and make a mad dash for the bathtub.
She will start the hot water and pour half a bottle of Warm Vanilla Sugar bubble bath into the steaming water.
She will hear the phone ring. Look longingly at the bathtub and decide to answer the phone because it might be one of her beautiful daughters.
She will answer the phone and hear the voice of Beautiful Daughter Number Three asking her to PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE bring her library books that she forgot to school.
The Mom will look at the clock. Yipee, she could still soak in a bubble bath for an hour before the books have to be at school.
She promises Beautiful Daughter Number Three she will have those books on her desk by 11 a.m.
She will hang up the phone and grab the books and stick them in her purse so she won't forget them.
CRAP, there is only one book.
She will go down to Beautiful Daughter Number Three's bedroom to search for the other book.
Oh my... she will tsk, tsk at the messy state of BDNT's bedroom. She will grab the book from the nightstand...and an armful of laundry.
She will decide to quickly throw in a load of laundry, because the pile is now taller than she is.
She will get that load started and look around the laundry room and decide to quickly take the piles of neatly folded laundry and distribute them to Beautiful Daughters One, Two and Three's bedrooms. She won't put the clothes away (cause that is the Daughter's jobs). She will gently lay them on the unmade beds.
Then she will move the laundry, make the beds, and then place the laundry back on the beautifully made beds. She will grab more laundry that is posing as carpet and dump that in the laundry room.
She will put her hands on her hips and expell a deep breath and start to sort the mountain.
When that is finally complete she will head on upstairs and put a pile of linens away.
Then she will hear a noise and swear....twice!
She will run to the bathroom just in time to see the water reach the carpet of her bedroom.
She will keep repeating the word "crap", cause her windows are open and she doesn't want her neighbors to hear her curse (they have small children and he is a Seminary teacher).
She will get the water and bubbles all soaked up. Let some water out of the bathtub, take off her robe, and step into Heaven. As she does this she will look at the clock. She will step OUT of Heaven, put her clothes on and take BDNT's library books to her....just as they are walking out of their class for Library time.
She will head home, take a SHOWER and wash 10 loads of towels.
