When I'm stressed out with a lot on my plate (typically due to long days of studying), I have a number of guilty and not-so-guilty pleasures to cope with the stress. One of my favorites is taking a warm shower or bath to relax and escape from the books, the deadlines and the pressure. Last year during Write-On I was the cleanest I've ever been, averaging 3 to 4 showers a day.
So fastforward to tonight. When we were shopping for houses last spring, we settled on this one for a number of reasons. But the amenity that was the metaphorical icing on the cake was the whirlpool tub in the "master" bedroom (aka my room). Back in July, I promised my mom that no one would use it until we had gone through the recommended "sterilization" procedures. I thought about breaking my promise once, but I decided that somehow all-knowing mom would know (or that I would sheepishly admit to it once upon a guilt trip). All of this is completely over dramatizing what would actually be a fairly unforgettable subject, but you get the picture.
Life ultimately got in the way and the craziness of a jam-packed semester kept me from cleaning the jets. I never thought much about it until this week ... when the stress of my PPF paper and Note sent me into the shower at least twice a day. Alas, today I obeyed my mother and finally got to use this special perk -- and my newest guilty pleasure was born.
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