“Me” Time

I don’t know about spas. I don’t know about full service massages. But I do know that when the stress is high, a nice hot shower can relieve the pain if only for a moment.

This morning I woke up early to get my boys dressed. I sat them down to the table to have breakfast and I quickly undressed.

Mmm. It’s time for me now.

I turned on the shower full blast and didn’t bother to mix the cold water with the hot. I’m a big girl. I can take the heat. I step inside timidly, removing a plastic easter egg from the bathtub and placing it on the bath rack.

I close my eyes and sigh as I turn my back to the heavy stream of steaming water.

Ohh…Yes…Ohh…Yes….

I rotate my shoulders as the steady stream massages me into oblivion. Mmmm…It feels sooo good. Sooo good. Like someone is caressing me. Like someone is loving on me. Like someone wants to touch every part of me and make me feel oh so good.

“I need that.” I whisper into the newly created fog. “I like that.”

My nostrils are filled with the scent of watermelon as I soap myself up and down.

“Yeah…I need that. Touch me.”

Man, it’s that time of year again.

It seems like every 3 months I get this yearning for some physical attention. Yeah, I do have a booty call, but…I’m too old for that. I’m too fly for that. But it’s hard yo. I think sometimes all I need is a hug. A warm, slow hug followed by the sound of a comforting voice saying, “It’ll be okay. You’re doing fine. I’m proud of you. You’re wonderful to me.”

Thank you Daddy. I needed to hear that.

These hands that reach out gingerly to wipe tears away, make dinner and place bandages on boo boo’s, feign for some return affection.

But I get none of that. So for now, this hot shower will have to suffice. It feels so nice. Running down my legs. Slowly kneading my skin.Giving me just the fix I need.

Mmmm…I like that. I need that. It’s like that.

“MAMA!!!!”

Huh?

I feel a gush of wind hit my steaming body as my 5 year old snatches back the curtain and I’m jolted out of my fantasy.

“What do you want, boy?” I ask annoyed at the interruption.

“Yesterday when I took my lunchable to school I left it in my class and the security guard said he couldn’t find the keys to the classroom so I had to eat the school lunch.”

I shake my head and smile.

“Ok, so is your lunchable in your book bag now?”

“No, it’s in my teacher’s refrigerator.”

“Ok, that’s good Boo Boo.”

“Ok,” he says and releases the curtain as he leaves the restroom.

I shake my head.

Damn…The water’s getting cold now.

I guess “Me” time is over.

But I’ll be back. Back again for some of those sweet, sweet caresses that only the privacy and quiet of a nice hot shower can bring.