Moving Day
It’s 10:30 p.m. and I am scrubbing paint splatters, bits of spackle, and old paint chips out of the tub. I tug off my socks and set them atop the pyramid of paint cans standing below the towel rack so that I can step in. Warmth seeps into the aching bones of my tired feet. The bleachy smell of the SoftScrub mingles with the steam and, surprisingly, wakes me up. The surface of the tub- along with the entire surface of the bathroom- is gray with soot from the construction. As I sponge warm water over the walls and corners of the tub, clean white porcelain emerges looking unexpectedly inviting. My shoulders relax just a little, and I realize I’m looking forward to taking a bath in our tub tonight.
Kris and I opened boxes for two hours, and we still haven’t found the shower curtain.
Maybe we won’t find it tomorrow, either.
