Just once, I'd like to get my bath like a normal woman. I am one of those women who look forward to her bath. I bonded with my mother-in-law because she loves her bath as much as I do. I want it up to my chin, hot and steamy, bubbles not necessary but appreciated. I want to linger as long as I can, read if possible, listen to music, and from time to time burn candles rather than lights. Yes, you can say, I enjoy a good bath. But now.....as soon as I begin to draw the water, Moma bangs on the the door and busts in saying "Let me pee". I turn off the water, and let her have it. Then, when she is finished, I go back in and begin again. Just about the time I sink into my awaited tub, she starts banging on the door. I have to pull the drawer across the door to lock it as our doorknob is messed up and will lock you in for real, so we disengaged the locking device. So, she bangs the door against the drawer as hard as she can SEVERAL times barking random ignorant things. I've heard: "Hhhha ney (we aren't sure who this is) this is Mildred, let me in" and "HEY! TURN ON SOME HEAT!" and "Who's in there?" and "THELMA!!!" Needless to say, my concentration on my music, book, or prayer is broken. And she does this SEVERAL times while I attempt to bathe. Then, precious as she is, she leaves the door ajar against the drawer. Now it is a small opening, but it is just enough to cause a draft that freezes me, not to mention allowing the deafening volume of her TV to penetrate the soothing sanctuary of my nightly bath.
All I want for Christmas is a hot bath in peace.
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