Tub Time

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Twenty-five years ago when we built our home, I insisted that a Jacuzzi tub be installed in our master bath. It was truly a luxury item even though we were on a strict budget at the time. I designed the bathroom so that the tub fit right under a big glass block window to let the sun shine through in all its glory. I even had the faucet hose extension put in so that I could wash and rinse my hair without bending over backwards and breaking a rib trying to get my head under the tub nozzle. You can picture that can’t you? It would be like playing Twister.

The first few years I used it a lot, but the novelty has worn off. Don’t get me wrong, I still take a good soaking bath about three or four times a year, but it used to happen two or three times a month. The shower is now faster and easier. And who has time to soak for an hour or two anymore?

However, there have been a few pitfalls as far as the tub in concerned. One of the first times I used it, I put some bubble bath soap in the tub and let the water fill as I went about other chores. Oh my goodness, when I got back there were bubbles everywhere – on the floor, on the glass block window, on all the shelves surrounding the tub. It was a drippy, bubbly mess. It seemed like something I once saw on I Love Lucy.

Another episode was when I put baby oil in the tub water to lubricate my skin. It left a nice coat on my body of course, but it took forever to get the tub degreased. And my silk pajamas were sliding off me. I’d prefer to forget about the tub fragrance packet that was given to me as a gift that I dispersed into the bath water one evening that left me with an uncontrollable itch. Take it from me friends; perfume does not belong anywhere near your crotch!

One day as I was “tubbing,” one of my precious curious cats, Tosca was walking the ledge of the tub as I bathed, and accidently fell in. She was freaked out and needless to say, so was I. Thank goodness she is de-clawed.  My other cat Sonja hates seeing me in the tub and howls at the sight of it. Maybe she thinks I am drowning! Oh I have tried shutting the door, but she knows how to jump up and hold her paws around the elongated door handle and helps herself to entering. Locks you ask? Heck, we don’t have any on our bathroom doors. No kids. Who needs locks? But with Sonja howling, relaxation goes out the window causing our dog, Cagney to come running to see what’s going on. As a result, all my bath events turn into a circus anymore.

And to be totally honest and forthcoming with my Sasee soul sisters, the tub used to have an appeal as a place for Chuck and I to relax after a tough day at work, or on a lazy Saturday afternoon, never knowing where it could lead, and hoping it would! But a quarter of a century later, I figured we would not fit in the tub as well together as we once did! Maybe that is one reason I do not use it as much. It reminds me of how much fun that was when we were in prime condition, twenty pounds ago. Okay, maybe thirty pounds ago is more like it!

You know all this talk about that beautiful Jacuzzi tub makes me want to take a bath! Hold tight. It’s thirty minutes before Chuck is expected home.  I’m going to fill the tub. Don’t go away. I’ll be back. Promise.

I must admit, it’s now the next day. You know what? The bath was glorious. I filled the tub with bubble bath not caring about how many bubbles landed on the floor, windows, or shelves. I threw caution to the wind. I set up the wine glasses next to the faucet, put the romantic music on and lowered the lights because lately we both look better in dim light. And when Chuck got home he joined me for a wonderful evening of giggles and MORE! Our four-legged kids joined us too! Best of all, we did still fit in the tub! Okay, it was tighter than usually, but when there’s a will, there’s a way!

I told Chuck we were like Teletubbies; you know the kid’s show characters from twenty years ago – cute, colorful, round and goofy! And the fact that we both work in television – it made the name association even more perfect. But based on the fun we had that magical night, I can assure you, there will be more Teletubby re-runs and more tub time in the days ahead.

Thanks Sasee! Since one of your monthly topics was Tub Versus Shower, I owe it all to you!

About this writer

  • Diane DeVaughn Stokes

    Diane DeVaughn Stokes

    Diane DeVaughn Stokes is the President of Stages Video Productions, Host and Producer for TV show “Inside Out” on HTC, and EASY Radio Host weekdays noon to 3pm. Her passions include food, travel and theater. You can reach her at diane@stagesvideo.com

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  1. Linda O'Connell says:

    Diane, you slipped right into that TeleTubby tale which made me smile.

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