The other day I showed you a picture of the jacuzzi tub in the master bath of the house we just moved into. Yes, this tub is really in my bathroom.
In that post I made it sound like all was going to be OK living in this new town because I could soak all my cares away in this beautiful tub, jets and all. But, I have to be honest here, and you may think I'm crazy. Here goes. I hate baths. I don't take baths. Ever. It takes all the mental preparation I can muster to get into a hot tub. One year we got one of those 3 foot deep EZ Set pools and I could barely get into it. You see, I have a problem. I don't like small areas filled with water. It's not claustrophobia. It's not a fear of drowning. It's not even the fact that I would be sitting there stewing in my own filth (but that is a close second). I guess it's the tub itself. It's really hard to explain. I'm just going to have to give you an example. You know how sometimes when you take a shower and there is a draft that causes the shower curtain to suck into shower and it touches your leg? Oh my goodness, I am crindging now just at the thought of it. Gross. I won't even allow my leg to brush the inside of the tub while I'm showering. Or even to step too close to the inner edge of the tub and touch the part where the tub starts to go up. Ew. Won't do it.
So the idea of lowering my entire body into a tub where I will be touching all of the sides, and the bottom of it? Oh, man, I just don't know. And it looks so inviting, that jacuzzi tub, jets and all. But I don't know. I don't know if I can muster enough mental preparation to get into the thing. And it's not that I don't think it's clean. I know it is. I just can't stand to touch the side of the tub. A hot tub I can do if it's with girlfriends and we are sitting and talking. I get distracted and forget how grossed out I am. I told you, I have a problem.
Will I ever get into that beautiful jacuzzi tub? I don't know. Maybe I'll go into the bathroom, close the door, light some aromatherapy candles and sit on the edge of the tub (fully clothed) and read a book when I need to relax. Because getting into the tub...ew, I just may not be able to achieve the level of relaxation I want sitting in the tub while trying not to touch the inside of it. Maybe I need to invest in a nice air mattress. You know the kind you lay on in a pool?
There, it's off my chest. I hope you can forgive my for misleading you.
3 comments:
Hahahaha! You crack me up! I do not feel misled at all. In fact, I married a guy who would rather do ANYTHING else than take a bath and marinate in his own juices. I totally get it.:) Your kids however, are going to turn it into an indoor swimming pool. I'm just sayin'.
Rory, they already have. We've lived in this house for 5 days and they have bathed in it twice. At least it's getting put to good use. They might make me crazy enough to get into it just to escape. Maybe.
Oh Becks- you crack me up! I love love love baths but its my escape from the kids with my book. I just often take a shower after my bath, tee hee! :o) Miss you!
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