Awkward Bathtub Moments
Too bad my parents don’t have THIS tub. Then we could have played Settlers of Catan.
Too bad my parents don’t have THIS tub. Then we could have played Settlers of Catan.
I neglected to mention that my parents went to Bermuda last week. This is relevant for two reasons: firstly, The Wedding Date and I decided to avail ourselves of their bathtub while they were away. We didn’t do anything (honest; we lit some candles and watched a romantic comedy) but having recently written an article about bathing-for-two, I couldn’t resist the urge to give it a try.
My parents, you see, have a large tub. And even though The Wedding Day and I have attempted to squeeze ourselves in his normal-sized tub, we just can’t make it work. So I gave my parents’ bathroom a quick scrub on Monday morning, lit some candles and that was that.
Secondly, we decided (after three nights of vying for territory on my tiny little mattress) to move some furniture. For the past few years, I’ve had a full-sized mattress but the guest bedroom, which is really only used at New Years, has had a QUEEN. It’s only a difference of six inches but six inches might as well be six miles when you’re sleeping next to someone who has the coldest feet known to man.
So I orchestrated a little swap: my full-sized mattress for the queen-sized mattress in the guest room. I figured if I did it while my parents were away, they wouldn’t even notice. (And even if they did, they’d be too preoccupied with my grandmother’s imminent arrival to make me switch everything back.)
TWD was less than enthusiastic about my plan (he’s gotten this crazy idea that “my plans” are usually ill-conceived, impractical and at times even impossible) so I did most of it myself. When he heard me hauling mattresses across the floor, however, he came upstairs and sighed, “Nena…”
(Which is Spanish, in this context, for “What on earth are you doing?”)
We managed to finish the entire transaction in about fifteen minutes. And let me tell you: a queen-sized mattress is heaven.
In fact, I’m never going back.
When my parents arrived home Sunday afternoon, I couldn’t help but ask my mother if she noticed anything “different” on the third floor.
“Yes,” she said. “A few things. But mainly the bathtub. It’s so clean! Why was it…? Oh, wait… never mind. I don’t want to know.”
And this, dear readers, is just one of the many awkward moments that occur on a daily basis when you have six grownups living in the same house.
(Moral of the story: if you’re going to clean your parents’ bathtub, be sure to unclean it before they get back from Bermuda!)
Kat Echevarría Richter 
10 Responses to “Awkward Bathtub Moments”
Great lesson! 🙂
Coincidentally, making it unclean is 1) exactly why you cleaned it first, and 2) should be worse of a thought than it having remained clean, unless you cleaned it, soiled it, then re-cleaned it.
Any who, I can tell you that I have a big tub (if you recall: https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/isRhjlfxrmC5IMQkA_URntMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=directlink), but I have only used it once. It’s just too impractical to use often.
Kat: Where were your grandparents through all this? Have they fully taken up residence yet? And if so, how did you maneuver around your grandmother’s curious, conservative eye? Or did you and TWD have the house to yourselves for a spell?
They’re not here yet (two more days of freedom!!!) My grandmother has been coming to visit just to get used to being but she’s not moving in permanently until later this week.
I’m cold. Now I want a bath. There’s nothing more relaxing than sitting in a pool of your own filth. 🙂
This was very funny, I saw a few things missing around the sill of the tub, yes we do have a HUGE tub and I have assorted bath gels, candles, etc. along with the dog blanket that goes in there when it is not on our bed. This was the giveaway–no dog hairs…hmmm…and one of my bath gels was not in the basket, hmmmm, and my granite lotion/shampoo dispensers were not where they usually are…”Don’t ask, don’t ask, you DON’T want to know…” so I didn’t ask, just held back a little grin…but my “Don’t ever play poker” daughter was too anxious about the whole thing 😉
For the record the tub is for ME, chauffeur hates baths, but I love them, nothing better for stress relief “than sitting in a pool of your own filth.” 😉 I actually wanted a Japanese soaking tub, but this one was already in and replacing it would have been expensive and foolish. AND it was more dusty than dirty, aside from the dog hairs I have to wipe out when I want to use it.
As for the bed, why you didn’t think of this earlier is beyond me. Makes sense. It actually gives us a little more room in our new: office/storage area/guest room.
The Abuelos will be in residence full time starting this Wednesday, Abuela first, and then Abuelo the next week, one geezer at a time 😉
Hahahaha @ “One geezer at a time”
Oooh, I just noticed the tub in your photo, I’d love that tub, but forget board games, wine, cheese…I’d never get out, I’d be a middle aged raisin…
Seriously! Wine, cheese and cooler full of chocolate! (The cooler so they don’t melt…)
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