RE: Bathtub. Pizza. Ritual. Trauma.

First up, I'm still extremely salty about our bathroom reno where J's parents' family friends (they did it on the cheap for us so I wasn't allowed to complain or even have a say in anything because of that, and when I did mention that me and the kids wanted the bathtub back in they just said that they were too old to be climbing in and out of bathtubs like they were doing the reno for themselves), middle and I really liked our baths and even the boys didn't mind a soak every now and again (especially after training in the case of the gymnasts).

When we did have a bath I very definitely would not under any circumstances bring in books or tablets or food because I would very definitely drop them into the water despite my best efforts, that's just how I roll x_x but if people can have wine or chips or cheese and crackers in the bath then why not pizza.

Only tangentially related, when the kids were much smaller, on the really hot summer days I would half fill the bath with cold water and when they got too hot they would dip in there quickly at random points during the day to cool off. One day one of my old cats went in there to get a drink instead of from the much better sized water pot in a much more accessible location. I watched her carefully slither her front half down into the tub to take a drink, and she inevitably slipped and fell in. Cue one wet cat fleeing out of the bathroom as though someone had just attempted to drown her.