This
week Shay looked at me kind of strange and said that he needed to take Winnie
out on a date this weekend (I can't imagine what I looked like--poor guy!). I
am sure it had something to do with the fact that, every night this week, I
have gone from school to my mice infested storage unit to sort through what I
can salvage to take to the condo and what has to go straight to the dumpster (apparently the field behind the storage complex I am renting from was being built on and the mice decided my unit would be where they relocate and reproduce! UGH!!!). Then after the sorting
process takes place, I quickly load as many boxes as I can into my car (and
Shay's) and run up to the condo and unload the things I can keep and start the
bleaching /sanitizing and cleaning process before I even venture to put them
into a cupboard or corner. It could also be the fact that I haven't put on a
lick of makeup or have done my hair either this whole week (due to the lack of
sleep this mice thing has caused me---I have started to force ourselves out of
the condo by 10-11ish so that I can be in bed by midnight). The first night
Shay and I left at 2 in the morning......boy was I dragging the next day at
school!
Anyway,
it has been (and will be) a long and arduous process. I am so grateful to Shay
for helping me carry boxes up the three flights of stairs and helping sanitize
and clean everything.
Side
note: My friend asked me why I hadn't asked her to help.......I told her I
refuse to ask others for help (my own problem).....why on earth would I ask a
friend to come help me fling mice droppings off boxes, look through boxes to
see if there might have been mice, or shovel a dead mouse out of the unit!!!
UGH--I have now had to do it TWICE!!!! The first time I saw a dead mouse I
screamed, hit a stack of boxes and the entire tower of boxes came down on
me---nice, I know.
Ok, now
that I have vented, back to my story.
So, last
night after work, I ran my car full of boxes up to the condo to unload them
before Shay came to pick me up. I got all of my boxes up to the patio area,
emptied the contents, bleached/sanitized/cleaned everything, and almost was
able to completely get everything up into the cupboards by the time Shay came.
He then unloaded his car of boxes while I tried to get the rest of the stuff
put away. I then told him I was going to go change (I was in work clothes). I
locked the master bedroom and then went into the master bath. I looked in the
mirror and at myself and thought...ugh, you are a mess. I decided I would draw
a little water in the master bath to rinse off.....now I wasn't thinking that
there wasn't any towels/shower curtains/any anything in the bathroom when I
thought up this ingenious plan....but after the lack of sleep--grades due at
work---etc. I wasn't thinking clearly.... all I was thinking was that I wanted
to look a bit better for Shay (I wasn't unrealistic in my assessment of myself
and knew I was almost a hopeless cause....but at least I would try to do
something with myself)---So I turned on the water and drew about a inch and a
1/2 bath. I dropped my body down and proceeded to put on my makeup as I sat in
the water. While applying my makeup as fast as I could (since poor Shay was
just patiently waiting for me), I noticed the jets on the sides of the tub. I
wondered if and how they worked.
So I thought, I'll just fill the bath up to just over the jets to test them
while I finish up my makeup.....again--not too brilliant of a plan at that
moment...believe you me!!!
When I
finished putting on my mascara and the water was just above the jets, I quickly
pushed the button and laid back. The jets puttered a slow gurgling sound and
started to push out a bit of water. "Well," I thought, "they may
not be really strong but at least they work"......it was right after that
thought that the jets turned on full blast....and when I say full blast I mean
full blast! The jets at my feet shot water into my face....the sides were pelting
me from the sides. I tried to frantically change the direction of the jets just
to get my face completely drenched in water (why I didn't think about turning
them off at that moment is beyond me!!). Finally, I hit the off button and sat
there in complete shock. My face was dripping, my hair was dripping, the
bathroom was COVERED in water, my makeup bag was completely wet! I just sat
there...I couldn't even think! When my mind finally kicked back in, I realized
that there were no towels, shower curtains, etc in the bathroom to help me
clean myself up. My mascara was down my face and my hair looked hideous. I then
decided I had better just laugh! So, after I chuckled for a moment, I stood up
and looked around at what my options were.....toilet paper.......I got up and
dried myself off with toilet paper!!!---not effective but at least it stopped
the dripping water coming off my body! I then dressed in my cute little outfit
I had brought up for our date and exited the master bedroom with my hair in a
ponytail (again) and basically makup-less...can't fix much with wet makeup. I
then explain to Shay what happened and showed him the water that was half way
up the wall. Then, of course, he told me how pretty he thought I looked (I have
decided he is either really blind--or a really good liar) and that he thought I
always looked pretty no matter if I had makeup on or not. Of course my little
heart melted! He definitely is a keeper! He is so sweet to me......
Well, of
course that doesn't end the complications we had before our date---that would
be too soon for my life.....when we get down to our cars, I realize that I
didn't have my computer....Shay of course offers to run up the three flights of
stairs to retrieve it for me (what a gent.). Then when he comes all the way
back down, I realize I don't have my phone in the car either....I think it is
in the condo........back up the stairs we both go to look for the phone (I
tried to tell Shay I would just go get it---but of course he went up with me to
help call the phone so I could quickly locate it faster)....than of course when
we call the phone we don't hear it ring and I realize it is not there....of
course not, why would it be! I felt like an idiot! I thought for sure I was
going to hear it (unfortunately, that is what I am accustome to), but Shay took
it all in stride and wasn't even ruffled (or at least he didn't seem to be at
all). Back down the three flights of stairs we went and back to my school to
see if I had left it in my classroom. When entering my classroom I immediately
located the phone. THANK GOODNESS! Shay was then finally able to take me
to dinner and then to watch a movie! I had a blast and realized again how dang
lucky I am to have met a man such as him! I just hope he always see me as he
does now (pretty with or without makeup--hee hee)!
What a
night!!!
