No Longer Relaxing to Take a Bath with the Little Guy

It used to be a dreamy and horizontal way to end the day; 7pm Isaac and I would retire to the tub for a wee bit of splashing, swooshing, washing, and finally reclining, Isaac's head resting on my tummy, and my head in blissed out momma-land.
My goodness, bath time has changed! Now 7pm finds a combination of jumping practice (I'm hoping the quick in and out creates an old fashioned washing machine effect for his bum), grabbing practice (today he turned on the overhead shower to both of our shrieks!), and slippery fish holding practice (that's my practice).
It's fun, but I'm tired.

Isaac, clean as a whistle