It had been a slightly busy week. This past Thursday I hopped on a plane to London for business, just as Jeff’s parents were getting into Copenhagen. I arrived back in Denmark on Sunday, Monday I slept in and had a lazy-ish day working on bits of our wedding details. Then Tuesday we were up early and headed to Frederikshavn in northern Jutland to watch Jeff’s game, we stayed the night and today we went across from Frederikshavn to Gothenburg, Sweden, and back home. Tomorrow I head to Dublin, Ireland for the first time until Sunday for business.
That is a lot of travel in two weeks, especially since my typical day involves much less exciting tasks such as moseying around the house, cleaning, cooking meals, walking the dog, etc.
Because my brain feels slightly scrambled with all that has been going on, I will just share with you this lovely little note I wrote while winding down after work one night in London. Obviously I had no red wine or episodes of Nashville to watch.
Im drafting this post on my iPhone in a bathtub. You may think I’m weird but I don’t care who knows. I love bathtubs.
For the past 5 months I’ve been deprived of this luxury. Our shower in Denmark is simply just a cubby with a shower head. I have to balance on one foot to shave. It has the same tile as the bathroom floor and theres a squeegee to remove excess water. If someone were to present me with that shower in the USA I’d think they were cray cray, but it’s commonplace in the ole DK. So they say anyway.
So there I was in London in my hotel room winding down from a long day, and my coworker and I were joking about how wonderful a bubble bath would be, and that was sounding excellent. I popped my head in and looked at the tub and knew I obviously had to take advantage of its depth.
Answer me this: why is it so hard to build a bathtub with sufficient depth!? Our old tub was terrible, it was like I had to make a decision to sacrifice my upper body or knees to the cold air whenever I wanted to take a relaxing dip. That is not relaxing.
As I’m soaking in this big ol British tub the only thing that could make my life better right now is slow jams and a glass of merlot.
I am not sure of many things, but I am sure that a large tub that fits all 5 feet and 7 inches of my gangly self laying down is on the list of things that will be in my future home. It’ll be on the list right behind dishwasher, washer, dryer, bedroom, dog, and obviously Jeffrey. In no particular order.
Can I please have some props I didn’t drop my phone in the tub?
Am I the only one who enjoys writing blog posts from the comfort of a bathtub or am I the only weirdo out there (I realize this may be the case)?
Happy hump day!
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