I’m sharing how I use Zep PowerFoam Tub & Tile Cleaner to get a cleaner bathroom as part of a sponsored post for Socialstars #ZepSocialstars
Showers have always been my happy place. Everything about the warm water running down my body helps me to center, focus, and find a few minutes of peace no matter what’s going on. Back when Ayva was just a baby and I was a single mom with little free time, I’d pull her high chair to the door of the bathroom, toss a few Cheerios on the table and hop in the shower. Those showers were important to me, and you know what they say, “if there’s a will, there’s a way.” I definitely had a will, so I absolutely made a way to get a quick shower in a couple times each day. Now that Ayva’s older, I get as many showers as I want, but baths? Oh, baths are a luxury, and I shoot for one of those every few weeks.
The other night, after I gave the bathtub a thorough cleaning with my favorite Zep PowerFoam Tub & Tile Cleaner, I was inspired to take a luxurious soak. I don’t know if it was the fact that I didn’t have to scrub because it dissolves soap scum and lime scale quickly, or the fresh scent like morning rain, but all of a sudden, I was in the mood for a bath. As I filled my tub with hot water Epsom salts (good for detoxing!), I marveled at how the tiles sparkled as the bathroom filled with steam. Even though I had only had to spray and wipe thanks to the PowerFoam Tub & Tile Cleaner, still, I deserved a break.
Once I got in the tub, of course Ayva had to use the potty. Of course. I told her to hurry up several times, because with only a shower curtain between us, and her never-ending commentary about everything (“Mom, it sure is steamy in here”, “That soap smells good”, “Are you washing up in there, Mom”), my me time was feeling like we time, and baby girl was interrupting my few moments of solitude. After my third or fourth time of trying to hurry her out of
my spa the bathroom, she finally asked why I was rushing her. I told her that I wanted to finish taking my bath. Her response?
“But you’re in the bath. You’re taking a bath now.”
“Yes”, I tried to explain to her over the sound of the water from the other side of the shower curtain, “but it’s not really a bath bath because someone else is in the bathroom with me.”
“Mom. It’s just water.”
Yes, I did. I kicked my beloved daughter out of the bathroom so that I could finish my bath in peace. Here’s the thing about being a mom. It is hands down the best thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t want to live in a world where my Ayva didn’t exist. But, I’m not a martyr. I’m not a robot who can just go, go, go without any self-care. I’m a mom, not a superhero, and moms need space and time to recharge. I might not go away on a girl’s weekend, or do a month at a yoga retreat in India like one of Ayva’s friend’s mothers, but I do need my bath. I pray in there, hatch ideas in there, and most importantly, I let go of a lot of stuff in there.
I need my showers.
No need to worry about Ayva. Her feelings weren’t hurt at all for being kicked out of the bathroom. In fact, she was waiting for me right outside the bathroom door when I got out of the shower, and life was back to normal. I was back to normal. And centered. And focused. And at peace. With a clean bathroom. You can’t ask for more than that!