The swirl of arnica gets to work immediately, stinging as I soak my stitch ridden, child stretched tail in your familiar safe harbour. This is not the first time you’ve been here, cleansing the scars of childbirth. Providing a stolen five minutes, screams and little voices in earshot, muffled by the erratic hum and clatter of the fan.
And to the common or garden space age white, spot lit cheap fit outs with poor drainage. Whatever – I always fantasise about you on cold days too.
Happy memories splashing with younger siblings until the buds began to flower, graduating on to going solo, door unlocked. To baths with my bumps and splashing with my bebe.
You’ve been there through first date depilation, toe nail imperfection, experimentation. Tears, guilty secrets, mistakes. You are the best medicine.
You know me like I know no one else.
Thanks to Arran Aromatics of Scotland who inspired this post by sending me a booty of gorgeous bath goodies & scented candles to help me feel human again following the birth of baby number two.
There are very few luxuries on tap as a new mum of two under age three and the uninterrupted bath is currently my number one guilty pleasure. Off I schlep!