Tub Time

Oh boy I love this story..because it's funny to me and being a mother it makes me laugh even more.

Let's see I was young enough to not be taking showers yet so I'm gonna guess we are going back to 1972.  I loved bath time.  I adored bath time. Bath time was an adventure for me.

Who had a fisher price houseboat?  I did!  I would sit in the tub till the water was cold pretending to eat the lobster off the picnic table.  

I used to take one of these in the tub and a special guest none other than Mr. Bubble himself. 

I would turn the colander upside down and shake it back and forth and make enough bubbles to hide myself in.  If I forgot the colander I would simply turn my back to the faucet so I was facing the back wall and dig the water through my legs like a dog digging a hole right in the middle of the lawn... that turned out super sized bubbles.  That was me thinking outside the box.

How about the crazy foam!?

I had a couple of the crazy foams.  I'm sure the Easter Bunny had left them.  This wasn't  regular purchase obviously. 

Now let's get to the funny part.  I used to like to try and crawl up the walls of the shower too.  I know, wet tiles aren't very climber friendly but it gave me a great workout.  Another workout for me was to hold onto the soap dish and lift myself out of the water.  

Wouldn't you?  I mean isn't that what that handle is for?  Yeah I found out the hard way that  the handle was only for a washcloth to hang onto, not a 70 lb 5 yr old.  I was all muscle.  This is the hard way.  I've got a monkey grip on the 'washcloth' bar. I've got my entire body lifted above the waterline and CRASH....Now my entire body is back in the water and I'm still holding onto the 'washcloth' bar.  Oh yeah and there is a huge gaping hole in the wall where the soap dish used to be. 

Next thing I know I've got an audience in the bathroom asking me what happened.  Still holding onto the soap dish I calmly say "It fell off of the wall"  

How my mother ever kept a straight face is beyond me but she made me think she believed me.  At least that's what I remember.  Contact my mother for a completely different version of this story.

Not to long after that the tiled bathroom shower was replaced with one of those fiberglass molded showers and glass sliding doors.  Then I became an author because there is nothing more fun than writing on the steamed up shower doors.