I slowly poured lavender scented bubbling bath salts into the steady stream of warm water in my bathtub as I prepared for a tranquil spa like sanctuary. I lit a lavender scented candle (making sure to maintain the same aroma as the bubbles.)I pushed “play” on the cd player and heard soothing jazz sounds filling my dimly lit bathroom. I eased myself into the bubble filled bathtub and began to descend into the warm water surrounded by bubbles……
I quickly discovered the bath salts hadn’t all dissolved. My bum was sitting on what could only be described as wet sandpaper. I tried not to move to much as I brushed the offending rough salts away with my hand. Then again I slid into the calming lavender scented tub. The fragrant bubbles were, well they were…….. over powering ….The lavender scented bubbles were stinging my eyes and the bubbles were spilling out onto the floor.
My bum was chaffed, my nose was burning, and my eyes were watering. I blindly fumbled for the tap to run cool water to calm the bubbles as. I searched for a towel to wipe the offensive bubbles from my eyes and nose. I bumped the tap with my elbow (funny bone) causing the water temperature to drop rapidly.
Determined to fulfill my spa like experience I lowered myself slowly into the tepid water again. I cleared my mind drifting off into the smooth jazz sounds filling the air…..ding dong, ding dong, the smooth….ding dong, ding dong,….! I stood up covered in bubbles. They quickly found their way to the floor. I grabbed my robe knowing I had to answer such a distressing and repetitive door bell ring. I managed to avoid slipping in the bubble puddle and ding, dong, I answered the ding dong…door. Standing in front of me with apple cheeks and a sweet smile was a little girl with long brown hair and a wagon full of things for sale. She asked me in a soft voice “would you like to buy some wrapping paper or scented bath salts?”
When was the last time you had a spa day?