posted by erin on Apr 14
Have you ever wanted something so bad you would do just about anything to get it? Come on, I know you have…
For me, it was a hot bath last night. I was cold. Shivering. I had cleaned all day and had a supper fiasco (Let’s just say our house STILL smells like sesame oil after the bottle busted on the floor, I cut my toe in the process of the bottle falling and the taste of burnt broccoli lingers in my memory. Pooey!) and ALL.I.WANTED.WAS.A.BATH!!! Is that really too much to ask?
Well apparently it is! This is now the THIRD time in the past 3 weeks that I have started a hot bath (and to clarify I like my baths hot. Like pruning, turn you into a tomato hot…what’s the point of sitting in a lukewarm bath? Ick!), climbed in only to discover that as the tub is filling, it’s getting cooler. It seems when you do laundry all day, dishes, and give the children baths, much like Mommy’s energy supply is depleted, so is the hot water supply. The other two times I just sighed heavily, complained a little and got out, knowing that it wasn’t going to happen. In essence, the bath beat me.
Last night…I wasn’t giving in. It was me against the bath. I was going to win. I was going to have my hot bath. I got creative. Desperate. Insane, really.
I jumped out, wrapped my shivering self in a towel and yelled for Jer to bring me the electric kettle. He looks at me a little askance and says, “The kettle??!” Mmmhmmm…you know the one you boil water with to make tea? The one that makes water that is not hot…HOT?! Yup, that one. I know at that moment he thought I was crazy. Another one of Erin’s hair-brained ideas.
Well, I filled it up, plugged it in on the bathroom counter, waited for my water to boil and poured it into the tub. One kettle-ful at a time. Jer stood by, laughing at me and shaking his head. He didn’t have any better ideas, so if I were him, I’d just shut it. Just saying!
It felt a little old fashioned, like I was drawing a bath. It was quite the process, but it worked. I got my hot bath and I was happy. And really…that’s all that matters.