Baths Give Me Cold Feet

relaxing bathA week or so ago, a fellow blogger shared a story that inspired me to write this post.  The subject was ‘baths’.  Now, in my family that term is used generally which could mean a shower or a tub bath.  In this particular instance I am referring to the tub bath, the kind of bath that most people find relaxing.

The truth is….baths make me tense.  This has not always been the case.  As a kid I loved them, but then again Mama threw my sister and me in together and we played, which is entirely different.

I am, however, in love with the IDEA of a bath.  Soaking in hot steaming water with fragrant bubbles.  Zen music playing, a candle and perhaps a glass of bubbly.  The IDEA sells itself to me, but then…..

I remember what makes baths so stressful.

First, the tub must be thoroughly cleaned because after all, this is where our feet are when we take our normal showers.

Then, all the extras need to be gathered and assembled, the music, a candle, champagne.

After filling the tub with water and adding bubbles, an overwhelming feeling of guilt encompasses me.  That is a lot of water.  In other parts of the world, water is in short supply and here I am filling a tub so I can soak.  That starts the whole ball rolling downhill.

frog bathOk, in the tub…….being 5’8″ I cannot manage to get every inch of me submerged.  I have two choices, knees or feet, one must be sacrificed to keep the other out of the water.  That means one or the other is going to be cold.

For a brief second (really brief) I feel relaxed, and then……

What do I do now, just lay here.  My mind whirls like a kaleidoscope going from one subject to another about things I need to do or should be doing.  To further complicate things, I do not have pen and paper to write these things down because I am in the tub helpless. If only my iPhone was close by….I could play a game or something.  No, then I would risk dropping it in the water.  Ugh!!

Then, my restless mind speaks and points out that the bubbles I added are chemicals that are rapidly absorbing into my pores.  Recently, while shopping with my sister, I bought a fizzy yellow bath bomb.  I ran the water and tossed it in.  Cooooool!!  I watched it until it was totally dissolved, then noticed that the water was now the color of pee.  Gross!!  Reluctantly, I got in.  At least the fizzy bath ball was fun to watch.

It only takes a short amount of time before the water starts getting cold.  This either means that I must run more water and feel more guilt or get out and stop the misery.

Getting out is another story.  Now that the chemicals from bubbles have invaded my skin, I must turn on the shower, rinse really well and wash my hair which I couldn’t do in a bath.  This takes even MORE water and more feelings of guilt.

I get out.

Maybe if the water was not in short supply, if the tub were longer or I was shorter, or if I was able to turn off what awaits me outside the bathroom door then I just might be able to find a way to relax.  Until then, showers only for this girl.

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