Firstly, I am awkward. Klutzy, clumsy, I shoot from the hip without thinking beforehand, generally, and if I do happen to think about what not to say, my face says it anyway. The last part of that sentence doesn’t have much to do with this post but it’s part of the awkwardness.
I don’t bathe. Often. I mean, I shower (often) but I just don’t fill the tub with water and soak for hours like some of y’all. For my birthday last month, I was gifted a bath bomb. I’m a bath bomb virgin. I’ve done a shower bomb but not one for the bath. Tonight I was chilly and achy so I told the mister I was gonna take a bath. He looked up, quickly, to see if it was really me standing there. What follows are the reasons I’m not a good “bather”. Is that a word? Idk.
I love hot, hot water. In my dishpan. In my shower. In the pedicure chair. When my gal is washing my hair at the salon. In the hot tub. And lastly, in the bathtub. I’ve got it filling, with hot, hot water. I opened the bath bomb, with the use of a knife and scissors. I understand why they’re wrapped so well, you wouldn’t want them getting damp and bombing all over the store before they’re purchased, but wow! I dropped it in and it’s like Alka Seltzer…plopping and fizzing and such. I step down and, oh my Lord, that water is hot. I gingerly put my feet in, take them out, dip them again, pull them out, etc. I finally wiggle the rest of my body all the way down and promptly turn lobster red. Yep, it’s hot.
It feels good and the Rosemary and Lavendar bomb is, well, the bomb! I sit for a minute and sigh. Why don’t I do this more often? Then I remember. It’s hot. In the shower you can turn the water cooler for a minute then heat it back up or step back from the water for a second but in a tub, you’re stuck. I feel little beads of sweat on my brow. I’m not really even a sweater! Now I’m wishing I would’ve left the bathroom door open.
I look up and realize I forgot to grab the soap and my razor. Dang it. I stand up, grab those items and here’s the clumsy part: when I go to sit down, I slip and cause a tsunami. Tidal wave! The soap happens to be a sliver. I even knew I needed a new bar. Snap. I drop that sliver of soap in the foggy water so to find it, I have to stand back up. Get the soap, sit back down, carefully, and bathe while I’m sweating. So isn’t this bath redundant? I had to lay across the bed to cool off for 10 minutes, til I was chilly again. I’m obviously not woman enough to lounge in the tub. But I do recommend bath bombs, that was a good gift. My skin is soft and I feel relaxed. For just living thru a tsunami and a wildfire.
Happy fall! Hope you’re enjoying the cooler temps and the changing colors. Have a blessed weekend, I’ll be talking to you!
Life As I Sense It 