A couple of weeks ago I posted a little cri de coeur about dramatic changes to our evening ritual. A nice warm soak, some gentle fun, a cuddle dry and then a bedtime story used to be the perfect wind-down to a busy day. And Charlie used to have a bath as well. It's the natural way to prepare for sleep, to invoke gentle dreams of far-off lands and white, sandy beaches... Except when it isn't. When it becomes a nightmare, when the bathroom is a battle ground, when the cuddle dry is more WWF than fluff and when the story doesn't have a happy ending, then you know you've got a problem. We did. And we asked for help. And help we got.
Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions, explanations, possible solutions or even a shoulder to cry on. We've tried a few things out as you're about to see. And if one thing doesn't work, there's an entire bathtime armada over the horizon.
Just one more thing, before you click. Our bathroom isn't really pink. And anyway, it's being ripped out in a couple of weeks time. There. Don't you just love a happy ending?