bath house
So our old house had two bathrooms. One had a tub and shower combo and the master bathroom had an itty bitty shower stall and a linen closet. I guess having a closet in the bathroom was supposed to make you forget that the easiest way to get clean would be to soap the walls of the shower stall and lean against them. It was that small.
It was small but it worked for us. I started not to mind that I had to do ninja like yoga moves to shave my legs. It made me a better person. It also led me to believe that any other house we ever lived in would have a shower bigger than this one.
When we first saw our now house all we could notice was the ginormous jetted bathtub in the master bathroom. It really is huge. Like Marshall can fit inside it. We were overjoyed. I had visions of bathtub soaks with magazines and candles and bubbles like in a movie or something.
Soon after we moved in I realized how teensy tiny the shower stall was. Especially compared to the large-itude-ness of the tub. It is even smaller than our old shower. By at least a foot in width. I am not even kidding. Every time I take a shower I pretend that I am on a cruise ship so as not to feel claustrophobic.
I think the previous owners found this shower stall in an abandoned doll house and decided to use it in an actual home for real humans. I am sure it saved some money, but it is tortuously tiny.
Back to the tub. I have used it twice in the year we have lived here. Marshall has been in it just once and hated it. The babies are the only ones with a real appreciation for the tub and its oversized wonder. The tub is almost always occupied with tiny dollies, plastic cups and tea sets, Bionicles and matchbox cars. So much for my plans for a kid free bathroom.
I actually do not mind at all. I can only imagine how great it must be for the babies to bathe in a tub that seems as big as a swimming pool. A pool with bubbles and siblings and all the toys you can drag in from your room. It almost makes showering in a waterproof shoebox worth it.
