There’s something to be said for a nice, warm, bubbly bath when you’re feeling down.
I mean, it washes away all your troubles. It helps you forget about your dog that, for some God forsaken reason, never stops pacing around your living room. It helps you forget that you have a huge amount of laundry to do, you need to cook dinner and the homework that’s begging to be done before Sunday? It’s now screaming to be done as Sunday is quickly approaching.
All of it melts away with the warm, steaming-up-the-window warm, bubbly bath.
When you get out of the warm cocoon of bubbliness, all those problems are more’n’likely a little bit easier to deal with.
Except the pacing dog. There’s not much you can do with that one.
There’s something to be said for a nice, warm, cocoon of a bath. That “something” is more of a sound, really. Well, more of an “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”