Monday, May 5, 2008

Bathroom cleaning gone wrong, way wrong!

So after a rough couple of days, my sister seems to be doing really well. She is still in a fair amount of pain, but she is seeing an improvement every day. Thanks for all of your prayers and emails!! We both appreciate them!!

After a week of Revival, a week with my sister, and lots of laundry, I was really looking forward to a leisurely Saturday at home. Brad was working and it was just me and the kids. I was really excited about finishing the book I've been trying to read. I had good intentions, really I did. Big plans to just be plain old lazy! I had a few simple things to take care of Saturday morning. Nothing big, just giving our bathroom a slight cleaning, and going through some things in my bedroom. I got started early, (after waking up at 10:00am :) ) and was doing great. I was cleaning the bathroom when I noticed that our shower curtain was in desperate need of a wash. No big deal, just toss it in the wash, it was a shower curtain after all I could hang it back up while it was wet. Mistake number 1.

After I put the curtain in the wash I went to sort through the pile of stuff that had taken up residence behind the rocking chair in my room. Guess what I found?? The new shower curtain that Mom had given me for Christmas...that's where it went, I had wondered for a while. I opened the new shower curtain and smiled. "Perfect," I thought "I already have the old one down, I'll just pop the new one up and BINGO! new bathroom." Mistake number 2.

As I took the new curtain to the bathroom to hang, I noticed the dust that had collected in various corners of the bathroom. When was the last time I cleaned those walls?And that shelf?? So guess what I did?? Yep, you guessed it, I started washing the walls, shelves, floors.... Then I thought, "Heck, I've gone this far, why not just pick up a gallon of paint and give this nasty old-school potty room a new look?" Mistake number 3.

So, off to town I go, to get paint, rollers, a new clock, new light bulbs, new curtain rods, and possibly a new husband after he gets hold of the receipts for the day.

After getting back home with the paint I quickly got busy painting. It's a bathroom, how hard can it be? About half way through I remembered the perfect roll of wallpaper that I had picked up on the clearance rack at the paint store a while pack. It was a bold, country style plaid that would look perfect as an accent on one wall. Mistake number 4.

So I painted, and papered, and painted again, and messed up the paper and started over. Up, down, up, down, up, down....My back was a little sore, not bad but enough to make me take notice.

Then after nine hours in the potty room, I was finished. Done. Proud. Look what I did? I was proud, proud, proud. It didn't look half bad, or half good, but it was done. Yeah Laurie!!

Fast forward.....Sunday Morning...Church day, I wake up a little sore and stiff. To be expected, I worked HARD on my new potty room. The longer the day went the more stiff and sore I became until I was hurting so bad I could hardly move. Wasn't that bad enough? Then today, oh sweet Monday, I was getting out of the shower and doing my normal girl stuff. You know, lotion, powder, body spray...then IT happened. I was bending in the cabinet to get my hair dryer and all the evil forces on the earth and beyond concentrated their extreme pain rays onto my back. It hurt so bad that I cried. Not cried out, just cried like a baby...

But did I let that stop me? Heck no!! I forged on like a good soldier and came to work... Now, all I want to do is go home and fill my bath up with hot bubbly water and soak away all my aches and pains in my nice newly painted and papered and did I mention CLEAN bathroom...

1 comment:

Margie!! said...

OMG, I just read your comment in response the thepioneerwoman contest. I was reading some of the replies and yours caught my eye. It broke my heart. I immediately started hearing the song in my head and felt the urge to call my dad, who is the greatest man in my own life. I am so sorry for your loss especially at such an early age but what a great memory you had with your own hero.