Final year: the straw that broke the camel’s back?

According to recent research (well, a quick show of hands in the Sydney Jones library) almost all students are FREAKING OUT about final year…myself included. After what can only be described as the week from HELL in university, I decided to put my procrastinating powers to the test and spent a good hour and a half Googling the ‘top ten stress busters’ in the vain hope that one of them would come up with the answer to all of my final year prayers! Suggestions ranged from the simple “smile” to the strange “chicken hugging”. I decided to take the plunge and, all in the name of research, give them a whirl beginning with ‘Set up a spa in your own bathroom’…

First step: decluttering my child friendly pint-sized bathroom!

My bathroom is tiny, filled with rubber ducks and Spongebob Squarepants bath toys thus hardly the most relaxing of places to set up a spa… But after 20 minutes of scrubbing my 7 year old’s hand prints off the side of the bath, removing all his toys and dirty pyjamas and Ben 10 flannels I was ready to create an oasis of calm… on the cheap though, I am a skint student after all!

Second step: buying spa products

Candles: cheap and cheerful!
Everyone loves a good candle and luckily nowadays you can get them for pennies! I got these from Poundland for, you guessed it, a quid! Cha ching!

Pampering Goodies: scrub a dub dub!
I raided Superdrug for an Apricot Exfoliating Mask which promised to remove ‘dead skin cells to reveal a smoother brighter complexion’. After a week of late night essay writing and hours spent in the library poring over my notes, my face, complete with under eye bags and spots, wouldn’t have looked out of place in Farmageddon so I was hoping this 99p bargain would work wonders and make me look like a fresh faced fresher all over again. Then I filled my bath with Radox Herbal Bath Muscle Soak (on special offer in Superdrug and only 98p!) and searched for ‘Relaxing Spa Music’ on YouTube.

With my laptop balanced precariously on the toilet seat and my towels heated on the radiator, I pulled on my shower cap, pressed play and slipped into a luxurious bubble bath, glass of wine in hand, ready to soak away my stresses and forget about the 2000 word essay I had due in the following week and the sink full of dishes I was yet to do…BLISS!

Well, bliss for all of eight minutes until I was rudely interrupted by my 7 year old, stomping into the bathroom and demanding to have a poo!! Why me??