do you ever have something happen to you and you want to be asked about it? you know have someone say, "hey flo how did your day start?" okay i know that isn't a normal question to ask someone, but man i wish somebody would have asked me that this morning. i went so far as to ask myself the question when i got to my best friend's house for coffee, just so i could tell what happened to me.
a little background info before we continue. i live in a two story house. upstairs is my kid's bedrooms and the one bathroom with a shower. every morning i have to trek upstairs to take a shower. my kids both sleep with their doors closed and for some unknown reason my daughter likes to shut the bathroom door when she leaves. so the top of my stairs is generally pitch black, but i've been making this trek for the past six years so i don't necessarily need a light to navigate it. and before you read this whole thing and then say "why doesn't that lame-o turn on the hall light?" i would, but the switch at the top of the stairs doesn't work for some reason so instead of leaving the lights on, i choose to go without a light.
so here we go, it is five something in the morning and i'm trekking up the steps to take my shower. i get to the top of the stairs without incident. turn left towards the bathroom. i take one step and promptly trip over a pile of clothes left in the middle of the hall. in my attempt to catch myself i slammed my face against the closed door to the bathroom. i yelled Mother of God, while a ring of stars was circling my head. the whole scene was straight out of a cartoon.
i got the door open. turned on some lights. furiously kicked the pile of clothes out of the way. then inspected my face to make sure i wasn't going to end up with bruising. i had a nice red mark on my temple, but nothing serious. then took my shower like nothing happened.
sometimes i think my kids set me up for bathroom fails, but they seem completely unaware that they have terrible bathroom etiquette.
i have one of those shower heads that unhooks from the wall so you can spray your tub down. side note, this comes in really handy when you are scrubbing the tub. it sure beats filling up a cup and splashing it around the walls (how i used to do it when i was a kid). one morning, after my daughter had used the shower, i pull the curtain back, turn on the water, lift up the lever to turn on the shower and proceeded to get blasted in the face from the shower head. apparently when my daughter replaced the shower head she didn't adjust where the spray would land.
my son is a repeat towel thief. he rarely remembers to bring the wadded up towel from his floor into the bathroom, which means he just grabs mine. this used to be a huge deal when we only had four towels, but i bought twelve towels with my Kohl's cash this holiday season.
both my kids pile their clothes behind the door. often times i go to walk in the bathroom and i run into the door because it doesn't open all the way. this typically results in me grabbing the pile of clothes and throwing it into the room it should be in.
not sure if you are noticing the trend here, but my children have the worst bathroom etiquette known to mankind. all the tantrums, tossing wet towels on them when they are sleeping, launching a stream of clothes in their rooms hasn't changed a thing. they continue to sabotage one of my favorite parts of the day, taking a shower. to my children's future spouses, i have two words...i'm sorry.
