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It’s been ages since I last took a bath. Quite frightening, isn’t it? Perhaps that’s the reason our house isn’t exactly a tourist hotspot. Perhaps that’s the reason people avoid me like the plague at the grocery store. Or perhaps it’s the reason I sometimes end up sitting alone at parties.
Nah. That’s not it.
I definitely don’t stink. Well, I must say, I don’t believe I stink. I mean, who doesn’t take showers and wash their hair regularly? Duh.
It’s more than that. Much more.
You see, in the country we live in, Mexico, bathtubs are hard to come by, and it’s a real bummer for me, because there’s nothing like a nice long bubble bath. When I told Capt’n Clean that it would be okay if we didn’t have a tub, I lied. Well, I didn’t really lie. At that time, I thought that I could survive without hot water soaks and luxurious bubbles, but now I know I can’t. Maybe throw in a box of bonbons too.
I know. I’m a hot mess. My name is Pookie, and I’m a bubble-bath-aholic.
A few nights back, I had a dream that turned into a night terror since it ended with Capt’n Clean shaking me awake as I screeched, “Help! Help!”
It was one of those dreams that you remember vividly. I found myself in a bathroom that was practically begging me to take a dip in its luxurious bathtub. Plugged in on the counter across from the tub was my blow dryer, and it was ON. Also plugged in and turned ON was a space heater, that, like the blow dryer, was supposed to be far, far away from the tub. Did I mention that the tub was full of hot water and a ton of bubbles? I know it was hot because there was steam wafting off of it. Did I also mention that the heater and the hair dryer were immersed in the tub? The only thing that wasn’t in the tub was me.
The room was practically crackling with sparks and sizzles, and the cords attached to the plugs were putting on quite the show! Lost in the depths of my imagination, I was completely clueless about what to do. So I panicked and screamed, and it woke up my husband with my shrieks.
I’m still not over it.
So, other than confirming that I’m a nut job, what does this mean?
Here’s my theory. See if you agree. About two weeks ago, I came down with a cold that started as an ice cube but ended up feeling like an iceberg had landed in my head. Like I always do with sniffles, I ignored it, thinking that since I’m a strong woman with superpowers, I could ward off such. But I forgot that I had let my gym visits slip during the holidays. Likewise, I forgot that I ate and drank a lot of junk during said holidays, accompanied by little sleep. It was like I was inviting cooties and real, live infectious germs to hang around inside my body. I was making them an offer they couldn’t refuse, and they didn’t.
I didn’t take care of myself and paid the price as a sickie.
So back to the bathtub dream. I think, in my feeble, wimpy brain, bubble baths are the epitome of self-care. The blow dryer and space heater are all the ultimate obstacles in my quest to be healthy and take care of myself.
So what about you? Have you had sweet dreams lately, or were you as whacked out over the holidays as me? If so, the new year has just begun. It’s a fresh start. It’s never too late to sleep more, eat healthy, exercise, try something new, simplify your life, and learn to love yourself. Take a step towards a healthier, happier you.
And treat yourself to a relaxing, indulgent bubble bath; it would mean a lot to me.
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