A woefully long day usually leads to a sort of sorry, stumbling-through-the-door scenario every evening, one in which I’m barely able to cobble together the kids’ lunches before collapsing into bed for what feels suspiciously like a nap and less like a relaxed slumber. Enter the bath bomb, the unlikeliest of heroes—a demure-looking little sphere that, once submerged in my bath water, transforms it into the most…
