I have issues. Serious. Issues. I need a support group.
Therapy is probably an option.
I need help.
This is how I mop my floor -Blogger Style:
I start the water for my nightly tub soak. It’s a ritual. It makes me happy.
Before I dive in, I check my email.
I forget about said water flowing into tub because I am engrossed with a NEW COMMENT.
I do not hear the water overflowing on the tile floor. Gallons and gallons. And, did I mention gallons?
My hubby makes the discovery and screams. “AWWWWWW!! THERE’S A FLOOD!”
That’s when it occurs to me that he’s probably talking about my bath. On the floor. Literally.
He turns off the water. I’m expecting a lecture. An argument. A little uh, laughter, maybe? (Depending on his mood).
No. He grabs HIS CAMERA.
And I grab the towels. He doesn’t help me.
I’m using every towel we own to soak up the 3″ of water on the floor.
Without any help. Oh, I have an attentive audience.
And, it seems it’s quite entertaining for some in my home.
The floor sparkled when I was done.
Come back and see how I wash the family’s clothes!!
originally published April 2008