One of Those Days

Did you ever have one of those days?
Well, I did, and it was yesterday.  I awoke with plans to put together a new tutorial for y’all.

I had all morning to get it done because Kitty was bringing the boys over for the afternoon.

However, before I get started, I decide to vacuum my house because the spiders are starting to outnumber the people.  Just a quick run through the rooms ~ not deep cleaning.

How did I get so many cobwebs?  So, I’m vacuuming fast a furiously, making history of my spider population.  I notice my floor lamp {which I love/hate} has a few webby residents.
 
I’ll just tip it over and brush off a few of those cobwebs.

There must’ve been 10,000 tiny, little pieces of lamp spread across my living and dining rooms.  Not to mention the gouge in my wood floors.  Whaaaa.

I really, really wanted to replace this lamp, but I love its height and could never find anything cheap tall enough to replace it.  So, it stayed.

Sadly, my bad day was just getting started.  I needed to wash a pillow in my front loader washing machine.  Toss it in, start the washer.  Work on tutorial.
   
I’m back in my sewing room working away on the tutorial. My grandsons are now here, but T-Bone is napping and D-Boy is creating away with art supplies in the other room.  I only need a few.more.minutes to get the project finished.

I need to get something for my project from the laundry room ~

~ There had to be at least two gallons of standing water on the floor of my laundry room.  Let’s just say I know it is two gallons from a previous mop bucket incident.

I grabbed some towels and D-Boy. We got it sopped up before it went too far under the dryer, extra fridge, and chest freezer.

So, I’m sitting on the laundry room floor with my feet against the door of my washer {so the rest of the water will drain through the plumbing} when D-Boy comes back in with a pipe cleaner project.

So sweet, he says, “Here, Gran, I made this.  It will fix the washer.”  He then puts the pipe cleaner creation into the bottom of the washer door {where all of the water has poured out}.

Dang, that kid is bright.  It stopped the leak enough to get the washer drained.  Who knew handyman skills were passed through genes.
 
Mr. Seasoned Homemaker ~ handyman extraordinaire ~ was able to deduce that the hinges on the washer door were likely the cause and he could cheaply easily replace them.

While I was quietly restoring my soul in a peaceful bubble bath ~ a dive-bombing fly had found its way into my sanctuary.  Give.me.a.break!

So, no tutorial today.  However, I think things are looking up.

This morning when I awoke, I noticed a fly on the wall next to my nightstand.  And, a pair or flip flops on the floor.  “Sayonara, Mr. Fly.”

I think today will be a much better day.