Adventures in bathing…
The bathtub in the “hers” side of our Master bath was woefully outdated. It was corroded and, to be honest, just plain ugly. (Tiny pink flowers in the tile, ugh).
The current bathroom trend is a freestanding tub but most of those are tiny (and I do mean tiny). Unless you are a diminutive woman or a child, you are not going to fit into most of those cute freestanding tubs. Knowing this, and NOT being diminutive myself (my former cancer doc called me “well nourished” bless her…), I knew I had to be careful when selecting our tub.
We finally found one that was large enough and at the right price point at Costco. We ordered the tub and waited. When it was set (a process that required electrical work and a hole cut in the kitchen ceiling to deal with the plumbing), they tested the water seal of the tub before doing the last caulking. Much to our chagrin, the tub leaked from one of the tubes. Jeff had to call Costco and thankfully they sent a replacement.
Mind you…this process has taken months to accomplish.
Once the replacement was set and tested, the final sealant was put on. We waited the appropriate amount of time, and I asked Jeff to test it by taking a bath. (I made him test it first…just in case…). He reported that the tub was very relaxing as it has jets and what they call “air bubblers.” Anyway, he insisted that I try it out.
The next morning, I gave it a whirl. I dug out some bath salts and set to work getting it ready. Jeff was indeed correct that it was comfortable. I had no issues, even with my weaker ankle/leg getting in (and out…see earlier tub nightmare). The problem arose for me when I moved after turning on the jets. I evidently didn’t put enough water in the tub because when I tried to sit up, I displaced some water from in front of the two jets at my feet which caused said jets to propel streams of water directly into my face. As I sputtered around, completely blind trying to find the off switch, I kicked reaching with my toes trying to shut off the water. This process caused massive amounts of water to spray everywhere: walls, windows, mirror, vanity, you name it, and it was soaked in water.
I ended up spending more time cleaning the bathroom than I did relaxing in the tub. When I reported back to Jeff about my experience, he laughed and laughed (I did too, actually). He’s still trying to figure out how I could manage to get the carpet wet when the door to the bathroom was shut.
Just gifted, I guess…
I haven’t tried the tub again. I think I’ll wait a few days to help erase the memories of my first foray into our Master Tub. So far it has been Tubs-2 Stephanie-0….
Good thing I like showers!
