A nice hot bath...or so I thought

July 15th, 2010 - I have lived in my house for three years and never, not once, have a used the spa tub. Of course I had to have it, it is huge, very wide and very deep, six jets, perfect. Love it. So, three years later I thought I would use it.

I was so excited getting ready for my bath. Let's see bath salts, check. Candles, check. Pillow for my head, check. Romantic book, check. And some soft music, check. I start to run the water. That's right turn on the hot water full blast with just a touch of cold, then stick my hand under to test. Water all over my face and clothes, candle is no longer lit, and my romantic book is dripping wet. I guess the water comes out a little stronger than I realized. No problem, I re-light the candle, find another book, turn the water down a little bit and drop in some of the bath salts. Oh my gosh, what is that smell. I check the name of the bath salts, yep, white linen. I love that. I give it a quick sniff, and gag. Smells more like wet linen...that has been sitting for five days. Not so good. When I check the label I see the bath salts have also been sitting unused for three years. Can you say past the expiration date! No big deal, drain the water, rinse out the tub, and start again. Water is filling nicely, I skip the salts and opt for a little bubble bath and ever so slowly ease into the water. Oh my god, that feels great. Oh but the bottom is a little cold on ..um..my bottom. So I grab a hand towel, put on the bottom of the tub and ease back down. This is great, tub is hot and steamy, music is soothing, and candle light is perfect. I turn on the jets and pick up my book, so relaxing...oh, I just love the bubbles, look how many, and they smell so good... But wait, the bubbles are getting all over my book, what the hell is happening. The bubbles are taking over the tub, they are teetering on going over the sides, I drop my book (in the water..of course) and search for the button to turn off the jets. Now where is that button, I can't see it because everything is covered in bubbles, and having only used the tub once, right now, I can't remember where the button is. I decide to at least get out of the tub to keep the bubbles from flowing over. I lose my footing, as the towel slips, create a king size wave, as I fall back into the tub, put out the candle, have already lost the book, and whack my head on the side of the tub. The bad news is it really hurt the good news is I whacked it on the button. I turn off the jets, the bubbles begin to recede and as I look around I see the bathroom is trashed.

Using the tub seemed like such a good idea, I mean my grandkids have a ball when they use it. I thought taking a bath would be relaxing and comforting. I would wind down from a long day. Not so much, I have a bump on my head the size of Texas, my hip has a huge black and blue mark on it, I have a bathroom to clean, two books that are trashed, and a candle that will never be able to be lit again. I now know that the spa tub is for looks, not for me to bathe in. For now I will stick to the shower, with the four jets, and the large built in stool that I can sit on and really finally relax.