They don't care, neither do I

20 minutes passed...... I wanted another 5 minutes to be safe.  I held my breath as I ran my bath water.  I even used S.pider-Man bubbles.   Because for real, who doesn't want to use Spidey's bubbles?! I use them as a reward all the time for the boys..... bubbles in mama's bathtub.  What could possibly be better than that?  So I was desperate and used the bubbles myself because I was all out. 

I think I got to enjoy them a whole 10 minutes before I heard cries over the monitor.  I text TH (you don't take your phone to the bath with you?! I'm shocked!) because he had stepped next door to talk to the neighbor.  Asked him to come take care of the problem.  He's version of taking care of it was bringing it to me.  Hahaha.  TSD had woken up crying and nothing TH tried would get him settled.  My date with S.pider-Man ended early.

My mom and I had appointments to get our nails done Friday.  TH had to work that night so he was home during the day.  I also asked my MIL and FIL to come up to help with the boys.  I was getting out of the house!!!! All by myself!!!!  To get my nails done!!!!  I was super excited!!!!

I haven't been gone an hour before I received my first text.  TH's text says, "Don't waste too much unnecessary time. So far TSD will not take a bottle. He's ok at the moment though."  **sigh** All my excitement was for naught.  Well, not really because I did leave the house with no children in tow, and I did get my nails done.  I had just hoped to have a few hours with no worries and not having to rush back home.  But oh well..... I've got pretty, polished nails!

So here I am with pretty polished nails and what does my oldest child want to do.  He wants to "play ball."  "Play ball with me, Mama," How in the heck am I supposed to tell my sweet boy I won't play with him.  I don't! I put on the ball glove with pure delight and enjoy playing ball with my boy..... pretty, polished nails and all!! Because that's how I roll.

The boys don't care that mama wants an hour in the bathtub.  The boys don't care that mama used their bubble bath.  The boys don't care that mama has pretty, polished nails.

I don't care that I had to give up my bath for my baby to go snuggle and soothe him.  I don't care that I smelled like fruit punch after a bath in little boy bubbles.  I don't care that my "me" time was cut short.  I don't care that I could have ruined a perfectly new nail polish playing ball.

They are my babies.  At the end of the day, my world revolves around them!  Them and their daddy.  For that I am proud to say and admit.