So I thought, my head hurts, need to get away from the computer for a while but I don’t feel like a bubble bath–how about a nice long shower?
Yeah. I take my bird, because he needs to get his feathers wet once in a while. Only Hope stole the suction cups off his perch, so I had to put him on the shower caddy and he didn’t like it and squawked his brains out.
Oh well, he needs to get wet. I go on with my HOT shower.
The blasted smoke alarm reacts to the steam, starts going off. The bird tries to escape when I open the curtain to go deal with the alarm, and I have to chase him as the cats think he’s food.
Have I mentioned I’m wet, and I have slippery linoleum through most of the house?
Back in the shower, with the bird. The slow drain is slower than usual, maybe because of the pieces of paper drifting around my ankles. On cross-examination Hope reveals it might be the label of the something-container she took in the tub to play with.
My shaving cream is empty.
My bird is squawking.
The water is halfway to my knees.
Hope denies playing with my shaving cream, and promises there is nothing but paper in the drain. My fingers, however, do not find any paper in the trap.
I give up on the shower, give the bird to Hope to put away, and decide to plunge the tub. Well, you know that excess-drain just below the faucet? Anybody knows plunging doesn’t work if that isn’t covered, so I sit in the tub to bring the water level over it. And plunge.
Suddenly the water around me turns black.
Hope has no idea why.
Brilliantly deductive mommy gets out, gets dry, pieces together the paper and discovers Hope’s tub toy was blue play-dough.
Can you say “bedtime?”