Motherhood brings with it a lot of First Times. The First Time one sees one's baby. The First Time one feeds ones baby. The First Time one changes a nappy. The First Time one cannot console no matter what one does. The First Time one goes to the bathroom unaccompanied. The First Time one has a bath alone with no pee in it.
Today was the First Time I had a Lush bath.
My Lush parcel arrived this morning, and true to the word of several friends, the individual items don't smell as frightening as the shops. This evening, Rob needed to go to a friend's to print off a couple of CVs for his interview tomorrow (wish him luck; he has a new haircut and a clean shirt already) and he took Linnea with him, as these friends are so keen on Linnea we hide her passport.
So I ran a bath and got in and dropped a Butterball Bath Bomb into the hot water. It fizzed. Basically, it's a ball of bicarb and citric acid, and when it gets wet they react and fizz. We used to do something similar with pillboxes, tissue, vinegar and bicarb; sometimes the lid of the box would shoot up over the roof of my mother's house. Cool. In with the bicarb etc, there's some oil and scent. It was basically a fun-to-watch way of getting bath oil into the water. It was pleasant to lie in, very mildly scented, and my skin feels smooth but not greasy. I didn't wash a whole lot since washing bath oils off with soap seems kind of pointless to me.
I have one more bath bomb, and I don't think I'll bother with them any more. I get more pleasure from massaging bath products into my skin, so I'll choose rich soaps and things in future.
Around bedtime, I'm going to try the Temple Balm that's supposed to aid sleep. I could use some nice restful sleep with dreams in which no-one dies or is murdered. It would make a pleasant change. Another dream about a long lie-in would be nice. After waking from that one, I felt as though I'd had ten hours' sleep.