I seriously hate bathtime.
I always have.
It's cute for the first 3 times, after that.
I hate it and my husband knows it.
He takes care of bathtime because of my hatred.
He started doing that with Hayes when e was a baby because he got home late.
It was "their time" together.
That made it easy for me to avoid it.
But now, bathtime is a freaking Olympic event.
It probably burns more calories than a mile run.
Seriously, have you ever tried wrestling two slippery toddlers?
So as much as I hate it, they LOVE it.