Yesterday was the transition day and it went fairly well. My sentiments haven’t swayed much, but it’s my job so I will continue to excel at it in the best way possible for the customers’ sake.
I will be honest with you the day did not start well. Tuesday night, I opted to wait until Wednesday morning to take a shower and wash my hair. I never do that, because I don’t like being rushed. Our little humble abode has two bathrooms and WareBear’s just happens to have the shower. That’s fine, I’ll take the claw-foot bathtub any day. I stripped down to my birthday suit and turned on that steaming hot water to enjoy myself in nice hot shower (or so I thought). That water felt so good and much needed. As I reached over to get my shampoo, I saw it. The clear outline of a gecko swaying its head from side to side burned into the retinas of my eyes. My entire body froze. The scream came from the depths of hell.
I don’t think WareBear has ever jumped out of bed as fast as he did yesterday morning. When I heard that bathroom door fly open, the blood started rushing back to every part of my body as I flew past him – naked and wet.
[out of breath] “A gecko. In the shower. Find it”
“Sevi, I can’t see. My eyes need to adjust to the light.”
“I swear, it’s in there. Find it”
[looks in shower, on the floor, behind the toilet] “Sevi, it’s gone.”
“I’m not going back in there.” [stomps off (naked) dripping water on the floor]
I washed my hair in a claw-foot bathtub yesterday morning. Can I add that skill to my resume?!? All 5’10” of this whole lotta woman managed to shampoo and condition her hair in a claw-foot bathtub. While this was happening, good ol’ WareBear was taking stabs at me on Facebook.
You see, he has jokes.
As I read this status and the comments related, he proceeded to joke that I could’ve saved 15 minutes on car insurance…
Jerk. Prick. Asshole. I love you too.
In his defense, he did make it up to me and in the best way possible.
He took me to see my precious baby boys, Kylan and Ezra. The newest addition, Ezzy, is getting so big and starting to really show his personality! He makes the cutest little sounds (talking up a storm) and doesn’t want to sit still, he woke up shortly after I arrived (aka, I woke him up). No pictures of Kylan, because he was attached to my dad’s hip and refused to come to me (even though I woke him up as well).
Can you tell I am the best aunt ever? Waking kids up from naps and shit, thats how I roll!
So happy Thursday people – please feel free to laugh at my panicked moment or share one of your own!