I have been waiting YEARS to take a bath. Yes, I said YEARS.
I grew up having a claw foot tub. Most of the places I lived in had claw foot tubs. A few years after only having a shower when we moved into our country house, we put in an old three foot claw tub. (The tub was three feet long, not sitting on just three feet!) I loved that tub. I named him “Brad” (LOL). I could sit for hours in that tub with my back against the cool porcelain and my feet just touching the other end of the tub. It was heaven.
Not so for my 6’2″ husband. When he was in the tub his knees were up by his ears.
So finally I gave in and we bought a new shower/tub unit. I hated it. It was long and skinny and I kept slipping under the water when I would try to lay back on the crappy acrylic back. My elbows would bang against the sides of the tub when I would try to read and since it had no “lips” to grab on to, I had to roll over on to my hands and knees to get out of it. So for years, I would only use the shower.
Two years ago or so, we completely redid the bathroom and my husband went out and found an old claw foot tub but it needed refinishing. Long story short, we finally got it done and it took him months to get it hooked up and the feet to stay on (the feet that came with the tub were NOT the feet that the tub originally had and so he had to find a way to make them stay on and I insisted that he put wood blocks under the tub just in case the feet gave way while I was splish-splashing.). Last week he finally finished it and other than needing to paint the outside, it was ready!Since it had been years since I had taken “a tub”, I was a bit nervous if I should attempt it only when Scott was home. But waiting until way after bedtime or getting up early to make sure he was here just wasn’t working out.
Today, I was up at 5am and when Scott got up a couple of hours later, I told him that today was the day I was going to test the tub. I had no bubble bath or anything fun to put in it but I was dirty and hairy so I just pretty much wanted to de-filthify myself and would save my “true” 1st time for a night where I had candles, a good scary book, some adult grape juice, tons of bubbles and no deforesting to do.
But like most days, after eating breakfast I got super tired so I laid down for my afternoon nap (only it was 9:45am). I slept for a couple of hours and when I got up I noticed Scott had texted me and tried to call me numerous times. He was so very worried that something had happened to me. I texted him back asking what was his problem and he said he was worried that something had happened to me while I was in the tub. Like what?, I asked. He texts back, LIKE THE TUB FLIPPED OVER.
Ok , so now I’m thinking why on earth would the tub FLIP OVER if he had put the legs on right and secured them and there are blocks of wood under the tub, right? Tipping over in the tub was never really on my radar…..I was more afraid of me and the tub crashing through the floor as I am not sure how sturdy our floor is!After reassuring me that the tub really was in no danger of tipping over, I decided, “What the heck?”
I filled that gorgeous tub as full as I could and I got my stuff all ready and made the discovery that I had no where handy to put anything. So I had to just drop the soap, washcloth and razor into the tub…no reading today, I guess. As I was getting into the tub, I was surprised at how tall this tub was and getting my abundant leg over the side was proving more difficult than I remembered. Once I had both legs in, I knew that lowering myself in gracefully was not going to be happening and so I set off a tsunami as my zaftig body dropped straight in from about three feet.But, I have to admit, the tub never moved and felt super sturdy.
Like I mentioned before, it has literally been years since I have been in a tub and I have aged and gotten bigger and have not had many occasions to lift my legs in such a manner that one needs to to shave said legs. Thank the Lord that my bathing suit really does have leggings down to my ankles as only the fronts of my legs are going to get shaved in this tub.
I also noticed that sitting on a hard surface is really painful on my Fibro pressure points and that the tub water doesn’t flow to the back of me very well since my ample hips seem to make dams on both sides of the tub. And worst of all, I no longer can manage to maneuver myself so I can get my bum very clean…I know…TMI….but if you know me, you know I keep it real!!!
Finally, I decide that I have had enough “fun” for one day and I better get out before my energy drains as fast as my tub is.
I knew somewhere in the forgotten recesses of my mind that getting out of this or any other normal tub was going to be a bit of a challenge. OH MY GOSH…..it took me more than 10 minutes to figure out a way to get out of that damn tub. I tried just lifting myself up like I used to back when I was still young and weighed a whole heck of a lot less and had good knees and back. Yeah, right, I could get my arse up half way but I had no leverage to heave ho myself. I tried turning over but I couldn’t do it. I even grabbed my back brush and used it to drag my grands little stepstool over to see if I could get it into the tub and get myself on it and the whole time I am hearing my husband’s voice warning me to not use anything in the tub that might scratch it and the stool is vintage and has metal legs and it was hitting the inside of the tub as I wrestled it in behind me. Still couldn’t hoist my fat a$$ onto that little stool. So now what?
I contemplated calling my husband (I was smart enough to put the phone on the toilet so if I had to use it, I could reach it) but he would not be happy to have to come home from work to get his fat, old wife out of the tub. And I would not have been happy to have him have that image burnt into his memory forever. I thought about just sitting there until he came home but by now I am feeling pretty beaten up from all my banging around trying to turn over and I can feel my back starting to stiffen up and it would be at least five hours before he got home and by then, I would need to be cut out with the jaws of life.
So I did what any other woman would do in my situation, I cried.
Then I got ticked and tried one more time to get as close to the front of the tub as I could and I used every ounce of strength I had (which honey, ain’t much) and I pulled and pulled and grunted just like I was giving birth and damn, I got myself up!!!!
I want you to know I am pretty proud of myself for being able to do that. And when you visit me in the hospital for pulling muscles in my back, thighs, arms and jaw and in full body traction, I want you to “fake high-five me” as my arms will be hanging from some pulley connected to the ceiling. I am not kidding. I will not be able to move tomorrow. Already my back is killing me and it is just early afternoon.
So, how do I tell my husband that this tub I have been pestering him for for YEARS, is not going to work for me. That to use it, I will either need a winch chair to lower me in and out of it or I will need some kind of pulley system that it can lift me out by my arms! Or he will have to invest in this tub…
I like this idea. You roll into the tub. Take your bath. Empty the tub. Roll back out. I could do this!!!! And it is PADDED. Dang, why didn’t I see this before we bought another business as I am sure it costs as much as a car!
I guess for now, I will use my tub more as a storage space Keeping it real in Culver,
Your clean and semi-shaved Queen