The world can now take a collective sigh of relief…I have showered.
Ok, I’m exaggerating. It hasn’t really been that long. But between the hornets and the clogged drain, it had been long enough. Thankfully, for the first time since we’ve moved into this scary old house, the tub actually drained. The entire time I was in the shower. Yep, that’s right…I didn’t have to stand in dirty water as I washed my hair, or shaved my legs or any other necessary bathing ritual I had pushed off over the course of the past few days.
In the case of my legs, it had been much longer.
You discover really quickly what you can get away with when your tub drains ten times slower than it fills up. First of all, shaving your legs is a damn luxury you can no longer afford. It takes way too long, and it’s sort of gross. Washing your hair, while necessary, also takes a long time. There is nothing nastier (ok, there is, but I can’t get into the entire list right now) than standing in a tub filling with gross water while you shower. And it’s even worse when you’re the second person to shower and the person before you took a really long one. And since my husband has to go to the office several days a week, I skipped my shower if it meant standing in his dirty water to do it.
Not today. Today, I emptied the hot water tank all on my own. And if felt freaking awesome! And it was perfect timing, by the way. It’s karaoke night. And I’m in the mood to sing. And I’ll even smell nice doing it.
Who could really ask for more than that?
Until the next time…I’ll be singing.