Bath time

The other night, I was a little stressed out getting Choo-choo’s bath ready. It was the end of the day. Choo-choo and I had already put his toys away. Dinner was over, yet I still had so much to do.

I had to clean out the bathtub, fill it with the perfect temperature of water, add Choo-choo’s favorite bath toys, and gather the necessary linens. So, there I was, digging through an embarrassingly large pile of clean laundry, searching for Choo-choo’s pajamas, towels, and washcloths.

I made a lot of trips from the bathroom to the living room and back. All the while, Choo-choo was doing the best thing I could have hoped for.

He played.

Not what you’d expect me to say, but it was great actually. (Yes, even though the toys had already been cleared off the floor.) You see, he wasn’t whining or crying. He was using his plastic dishes and food to make me “tea” and “cereal” while I pretended to eat and drink and dig through the clothes.

A few months ago, Choo-choo having taken toys out after the were put away would have bothered me to no end. I probably would have scolded him and told him to put them in the box again. This recent night, I not only didn’t yell but I played along with him. I would call that a big step in the right direction.

Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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