Sundays are my self-imposed 'me' days. The day I set aside to create - write or play in my crafty room.. The day I give myself permission to sleep in, maybe take a long nap after lunch, or the day I paint my toenails. Perhaps an afternoon cocktail while I 'take in' the views out back or front, depending on where I sit. Just a nice free-for-all take it easy and slow down and enjoy life day.
Today started that way. But, as it often happens, I got side tracked. Few loads of laundry, big breakfast for Jake, my son who is constantly hungry (I figure if I stuff him now, I'll be free for at least a few hours!), then take down the curtains in Sami's room - and change them out for a valence - curtains keep falling down! Sit down to write. Then, the kids were 'going nuts'. So I kicked them outside - 'go play on the trampoline'. The fear of wasps set in for them - they have both been stung numerous times already this summer - it's worse when the hives are buzzing with new offspring, and when the heat is on. So, we compromise... I set the hoses so they could jump in their bathing suits, get wet and be wasp free. Of course, I have to set all the hoses, visit my little garden, get sidetracked in the yard. Thirty or so minutes later, I come back in. Five minutes later, the kids come back in. Hmm...
I ignore them. Decide I would like to start the day (now about 9:30 am) with a shower... or I won't get one. BUT, I can't 'just take a shower'! My shower has a plugged drain. Been that way for over a week, and now it's at its peak. A slow drain, followed by four inches of standing water well into the beginnings of a good shower. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.. And no, I'm not a single mom living on her own in her own house. I'm married, to a man who doesn't do home improvements, yard improvements, car improvements, or Mr. Deere improvements, unless I whine, nag or beg for at least a week. I'm not in a begging mood today.
Thursday I bought a snake, a cute little number just for showers and bathroom sinks. I can balance it one one finger if I choose. It's just my size. Not the 'irrigation pipe' monster my husband brought into the house last time this happened. I couldn't even lift that sucker! It also hurt me. Got a nasty cut on my calf when I 'went walking by it' in the laundry room. Cut the corner too close.
Back to that shower. So, after I unscrew the plate, I snake! For quite sometime it seems...keep hitting something, bottom of the pipe. Does the pipe turn? It must. Why won't my snake turn too? Oh well. Keep jamming it. Turn on the water, and walla! Running free water! Yahoo! But, I can't just stop. I need to clean the underside of that plate. I look around, I need to clean those walls and that ceiling. Time to scrub - need a chair, supplies. I get sidetracked into a project. But, it was on my list anyway.
Done! Shower time! Awesome. Hot water, long shower and a drain that works! I'm so proud of myself. It's a Big Girl Moment, and it's all mine.