There’s something soothing about a hot shower. I don’t know what it is about hot water cascading from a shower head that immobilizes me, mesmerizes me, tranquilizes me, but it’s a relaxation like no other.
I’ve enjoyed a hot shower as far back as I can remember. When I was younger my father was forced to put a timer in the bathroom for my showers so I didn’t use up all the hot water in the mornings. Even then a hot shower captivated me. I was supposed to set the timer for 10 minutes, but like the bad ass rebel I am I always set it for 11:11, giving me an extra minute and 11 seconds of pure bliss every morning. Sorry, dad, but I’m not ashamed.
These days I have somewhat of a guilty pleasure ritual. I take my cell phone to the bathroom with me (calm down, we all do it) and crank the music up. I then turn on the hot water. While taking my scalding shower, I belt out the lyrics along with whatever song is blasting from my cell phone. Well, if I know the lyrics, that is. If I don’t that’s when I wash up.
Stop judging me. Most of us sing in the shower. And the car. And any other place we think we’re all alone.
I’ll stand there, singing, until every drop of hot water has been consumed. Oh, and I’ll, you know, wash myself, too. I still don’t know what it is about these long showers that rejuvenates me, but afterword I feel energetic (for me) and refreshed. Ready to face the day. As much as I can be ready. It’s almost as essential as my morning cup of coffeh.
It seems this love of hot showers is genetic. While Baby B is the type to get in and get out, Baby A never emerges from the shower until every molecule of hot water has been exhausted. Just like his father. Hence the reason they have to take their showers at night, and why Baby B always goes first.
I love my hot showers. I can’t make it through the day without one. They are one of my biggest guilty pleasures.
Query: Do you sing in the shower, meatbag? Does your crooning threaten the very existence of the mirrors in your bathroom? Or do you have some other guilty meatbag pleasure?