I prefer to do it with the lights on
Amber recently blogged about things that comfort her, and on her list was taking showers in the dark. A number of commenters chimed in and said, oh yeah, showering in the dark is SO RELAXING, and so on Friday night I thought I'd treat myself to a hot shower sans light and join the cozy club over at Chez Amber's.
I put on the bathroom heater, hang a fresh fluffy towel next to the shower, set my robe and Ugg slippers in place, make sure the floor is cleared of obstacles, and then cut off the lights and cut on the water.
I tip my head back into the hot water, and reach for the shampoo. Hmmm, exactly where is that located. Oh here's a bottle--is this the Pantene dandruff shampoo or the Pantene extra volume for fine hair? I guess it doesn't matter. I lather up and rinse, and frankly, I'm not finding the whole "shower-in-the-dark" experience to be exceptional. I inhale, exhale, wait for a big rush of happiness. It doesn't come.
I grab the the slender remnant of my favorite L'Occitane bath soap, and it slips out of my grasp and falls. Damn. Gotta find it. Of course, I can't see a thing in the dark, but I'm in a shower stall--how hard can it be to locate the soap? I bend down, the water battering my head and neck, and make a casual sweep with one hand and can't find it. That in itself is a little freaky.
I put my hand on the drain--and think ewwww, how gross--but the soap isn't stuck there. WTH. Where is it?
Now I'm a woman on a mission--Must. Find. The. Soap. I start running my hands carefully over the shower bottom, and I can feel soap scum and calc buildup all around the edges. When was the last time I cleaned this? YUCK!
I give up on the soap. I can't wait to get out of the shower and wash my hands at the sink because I'm so revolted by my contact with the drain and the shower floor. Bleah!
When I hit the lights, I spot the soap stuck on the narrow lip between the shower wall and shower bottom. How is it balancing there? GAH!
Now that I'm all grossed out by my shower stall, I can't go to bed and leave it in its scurvy state. No, I have to clean it NOW. It's eleven o'clock and out comes the Lysol, the Soft Scrub, and the grout brush. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Rinse, rinse, rinse. Scrub some more.
I go to bed with my hands smelling like bleach instead of Lancome perfume. Sigh. So much for shower nirvana.
So to all the members of Amber's hip shower-in-the-dark group, all I can say is there are things I love to do in the dark to relax, but showering isn't one of them.
October 14, 2006
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Reader Comments (9)
Try one of my other ideas! Listen to Hay House, maybe.
oxox :)