Well, mine recently was in a bathtub!
After a brutal assault on my body in moving my entire household, my body had become severely overworked, over exercised, over taxed… well, you get the idea.
A few friends pitched in and helped with some of the moving of which I am so grateful. Thank you very much.
About 75 percent of the moving rested on my shoulders, literally and figuratively. I managed to get it done. However, I had pushed way beyond good sense, with a looming deadline to exit by not taking better care of myself physically.
After the move was done, I could barely walk, get up and down or maneuver very well. Once again, a few of my friends stepped in and offered their bathtubs for soaking my aching muscles.
Oh my! Once my body sank into delicious hot water…I swear I got religion so to speak. It was exactly what I needed, and I felt a sense of belonging that I just might never extract myself from the tub!
Unfortunately, when I did, there was a mishap at one of my friend’s house. I had not secured the shower curtain and when I exited the shower, my feet hit water again…all over the floor. I freaked! I grabbed my towel and soaked up what I could, dressed (half way dried off) and call my friend for help.
She pitched in, we mopped up the water with other towels, and got the mess cleaned up nicely. During this time, I had reverted to childhood and prepared myself for a chewing out or attitude.
Nope, my friend was gracious and kind. Her comment? “Well, the floor is now clean.” LOL She showed me how unconditional love and acceptance is given when YOU have screw-up royally. What a class act. Thank you Sandra. Yep, her name is Sandra also.