Shower Time...
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 11:15PM There is nothing better, if you ask me, than a hot shower at the end of a long day. Or, as was the case today, after a long morning of cleaning. After several sweaty hours scrubbing the house, cleaning the bathrooms and mopping all the floors, I decided to jump in the shower to freshen up. We recently replaced the shower head, which is attached to a long line so you can hold it if you need to, and for some reason the water shoots out like a nuclear sand blaster. We've lived in this house for six years and this is the first time that showering has become a contact sport. I'm not sure what the rest of the family does, but I always leave the head up in it's place without using the wand. It works great for getting shampoo out of your hair, but it will literally blast off, with burning pain, various body parts that are left uncovered. Let's just say that everyone must shower with arms folded. So, I shampooed quickly, darting in and out of the blasting spray, only narrowly avoiding the complete amputation of my-you-know-whats.
The second worse part about our shower head is what happens when you turn the water off. Immediately, the shower head flies out of the little bracket and shoots off the wall, usually hitting you on top of the head. We've learned, after a few headaches, to shut the water off and simultaneously jump out the door. We've had a few stubbed toes with this method, but it's usually less painful than the typical skull fracture. This morning, I absolutely wasn't thinking about an escape route. As I turned off the water, I immediately heard the cord hit the wall as the shower head launched off the bracket towards my face. Instinctively, I put my hand up to deflect the blow and the shower head hit me squarely in the boney back of my hand, causing much more discomfort than the usual blow to the head. I'd had it! I decided that I was done being beaten alive by my own shower head and was determined to find a different solution.
Wade came home about an hour later and seeing the look on my face, offered to run me up to the hardware store. As usual, just as we were entering the store, his phone rang. I could tell that he was going to be a while, so I went in alone. I found the isle with the shower nozzles and began reading the features. The only thing I could think was that when we went on vacation this summer, we stayed at a hotel that called it's shower head heavenly. I remember that the shower in that hotel was heavenly and that's exactly what I was looking for. I searched for the word heavenly, but had no luck. The word that kept appearing on all the shower heads, was powerspray. Powerspray was exactly what I was trying to avoid, so I kept searching. What I did notice, was a shower head that cost $75. I think if you're going to pay $75 for something, it should have wheels and take you places. I'm pretty sure my first car cost $75. I kept looking. Finally, I came to an off-brand number that looked a lot like the heavenly one I experienced on vacation. It was modestly priced and looked easy to install. I was done!
I found Wade outside, still on his call, and we headed for home. He hasn't yet installed the new shower head, but I'm looking forward to my next heavenly shower.
Reader Comments (1)
Is it possible to consider a hot bath? BTW, does CPS know about this? This could be considered child abuse if you knowingly subject your children to a "shower," a.k.a, the Octagon.
Also, in the competitive spirit of being a man, please let me know how long it takes Wade to install the new shower head. I could have it in within three weeks, there's no way he's beating that record breaking time!