Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Of Clogged Drains and Wrong Dates

Ah, the things of life. What a ride it can be.

My kitchen sink is clogged. Or rather, my main pipe is clogged. Clogged with a large mass of shredded meat that someone put in the garbage disposal. Meat is not supposed to go in the garbage disposal. Remember that. Cling to it like your life depends on it. Or at least your nose. You'll thank me one day for the distinct absence of rotting meat odor in your life.

So what I've got are no clean dishes, just piles of messy ones. No clean laundry, just mountains of dirty clothes. No clean people, just smelly ones. And it's been going on for...

Nevermind, I'm not going to tell you how long I went without a shower. If I was living in the bush in Africa, it would be okay. But here in America, not so much. The old adage, Location is everything, has taken on new meaning in my life.

Anyway, I started my __st/nd/rd/th day of having clogged pipes and dirty everything around my house with a phone call from Samuel's speech therapist saying that she was running late and was wondering if it would be okay if she came in 30 minutes.

*HUGE silent pause*

"Oh, I had you written down for coming tomorrow morning," I lightly laugh while sinking to the floor. "Sure."

See, one of the great things about homeschooling is the flexibility. The flexibility to choose curriculum. The flexibility to schedule your day. The flexibility to stay in your pajamas (not that I would ever be caught doing that). The flexibilty to remain hidden for days if your pipes are clogged.

And that's right where I was. Enjoying my flexibilty - we'll call it that since I'm a glass is half full kind of girl. The boys and I managed to pick up the living room, vacuum, get dressed (I haven't put so much baby powder in my hair since I played an elderly lady in a church play several years ago), and eat breakfast before she arrived. Talk about motivation.

The appointment went well and I finally got a shower this afternoon at a friend's house down the street. Maybe, just maybe the plumber guy will rescue me tomorrow.

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3 comments:

aunt jaclyn said...

I'm calling it...your gratituesday next week will be a shower, clean clothes and no stinky smell lingering. Let's just call this week "inside camping".

Jamerrill Stewart said...

Yes, I'm feeling it sista! The phone repair guy came today..."Surpise" and it's the 2nd time he's caught us still in our PJ's at 4pm!

Amy @ Finer Things said...

Have you been rescued yet? Those are such hard days...