Epic Tales of Hyperbole

So, I’ve been busy getting the baby’s room ready.  Lord knows that if it isn’t ready 5 months in advance then we are just completely under-prepared.

Yesterday when I was painting the room some indescribable neutral color (thank you oops paint) when I had an incident that needed to be… turned around.

It began when I was washing out a paint brush in the bathroom sink and heard Maggie (the dog) crash into something.  Sure enough, she had knocked the roller off of its precarious perch leaving me with a dozen or so little paint stains on the carpet.  Fret not, I was prepared, the spot shot was already uncapped with my trusty paper towel nearby.  About 5 minutes later I recalled that the sink was still running.  Well, I hate to waste water, but no big deal.

Only, the brush had managed to plug the drain allowing the sink to overflow.  Seeing it at first I thought, maybe its not that bad, there are after all 3 little holes to keep the sink from overflowing.  Then I stepped into a mini pool on my bathroom floor.  Those stupid holes only divert the water under the sink, making a bigger mess.  To top it off they weren’t even draining the water fast enough, water was over and under flowing everywhere.  So the stupid useless holes didn’t even do the pointless job they were designed to do.

I grabbed the bath mat, and every towel I could find (clean or otherwise) and mopped up the mess. (This is so much more fun when it happens on TV to other people…)  Now, from some perspectives, I made a mess and  cleaned it up.  But I decided to turn it around.  Look honey, I not only washed all of the towels and the bath mats… I also mopped the bathroom floor and cleaned up around the base of the toilet.

Good thing I have concrete floors, I would have sucked if it were: Look honey, I completely tore out and re-did the bathroom floor.