Picture it and write: Time to think
Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and write from Ermilia’s blog here. Once again the picture is not mine I only use it for inspiration. Anyway, Enjoy!
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Time to think
Sandra closed her eyes as she dips her head under the sudsy water of her bath. It was a small bath so she had to raise her legs into the air, streamers of suds and water cascading off them onto the sides of the bath and onto the tiled floor. She didn’t care much about that. It was a relief to feel the water flow around her face, pressing against her eyelids, tickling her nose. It was heavenly.
She never had much time like this anymore. Two sons old enough to cause trouble and a husband not much better, that was her lot in life. Every waking moment was demands from all directions. “Take me to school!” “I have to go to football practice!” “I want a packed lunch for work today!” It never ended.
But this! Ah this! This was her special time, her time to think. Just after 10 am in the morning, both the kids and the man were gone, Sandra had the house to herself and the opportunity to unwind, to recharge. She could use all the chances she could get.
Sandra stuck her head back above the surface of the water. She could feel the tickling of the tiny bubbles from the soap bursting against her skin. With an equally sudsy hand she wiped her face, hopefully taking most of the white foam with it. She figured she must have made a comical sight and smiled at the thought.
There was a slight draft from the window that never quite closed properly and she found that her exposed legs chilled remarkably quickly. Dunking them back in the water relieved that somewhat but not as quickly as first. That was the first sign, the water was slowly starting to cool. She would soon have to get out and back to her life.
Her mind raced through all that needed to be done just before morning. There was the Dry cleaning to be collected, steak for the dinner to be bought, a play date to be arranged for the youngest and the stairs to be vacuumed. All of that would keep her fairly occupied before lunchtime and the return of the youngest from school after which options would be reduced.
She didn’t want to though. Even with the water cooling she had no desire to get out. “Let them do it!” she thought, “Let those ungrateful shits do the house work for a change!” “Let them cook their own dinner!”
Almost as if on cue her left foot, nails rebelliously painted black the night before, came out of the water again and pushed against the taps at the front of the bath. It took some finesse but she was good at it. The tap shifted there was a stream of hot water into the already half filled bath. Sandra could feel the pulse of the hot water flowing up her legs and around her back. She breathed out a little; that was better.
She stopped hot tap after only two or three minutes; no need to get scalded, and settled down again. Her mind on the other hand, was as active as ever. The work still needed to be done. But Sandra had no intention of getting out just yet. The chores could wait. She was thinking.