Remember that commercial (about a hundred years ago?). It almost became a rallying cry for moms. The idea is that you could leave the snot-nosed kids in another part of the house for a bit while you relaxed in a warm tub filled with sweet-smelling Calgon. That 20-minute respite would be all you needed to transform you into a calm, serene woman who could then handle anything the rugrats could throw your way.
That never worked for me. My little Einsteins knew how to knock on the bathroom door. Genius.
Here's something ironic...if a poor mom can't hardly catch a break to take a soak in the tub, how's she gonna have time to peruse an entire Calgon website with a blog that encourages women to twitter about their Calgon bathtime rituals?? Pa-leeeze!
Now that my kids are grown, I spend my days in relative solitude...working in my home office. I spend alot of time connecting with people on the phone, but for the most part, I can do it in my pajamas with a serious case of bed-head, even at 2:00 in the afternoon. No one here to judge my appearance but Roxie, (who's hair always looks good...lucky bitch). And the person on the other end of the phone is none the wiser (Ok, so maybe they are now...I'm sorry I'm not suited-up in my dress-for-success power outfit, but baggy pajamas are oh-so-comfortable). Another good thing is that I don't have to battle with this on a daily basis: