Leakages

Today is the day of leakages. First, I finally finished my first chapter of my thesis. I will allow a moment for various victories cries. To celebrate I decided to watch Oprah and take a nap. Well, I settled in after a particularly ferociously girl power ridden episode and started to drift off to sleep until my toe was wet. I gasped awake (perhaps from a couple traumatizing experiences with a cousin who enjoyed wetting the bed for an awfully long time or perhaps it's from being near many two year olds as they napped and being snapped into action at the slightest hint of a drop...). My stupid hot water bottle had started leaking. For goodness' sake. So I tossed it onto the carpet in order to retain the briefest of beginnings of dreams, but no, my efforts were in vain. So I had a five and a half minute nap. Then I decided to be productive and let my bed dry.

Off to the store for wedding cards and groceries. I decided to buy some of those things you should buy, but don't until you realize you can't just borrow Mom and Dad's bleach once a month. Plus, these items are usually heavy so I can't mix them in with the other daily consumables. Regardless, I was on my blissful way home after discussing Americans and sheep (don't ask) with the cashier, and I noticed a wet spot on my leg. The bleach was starting to leak. For goodness' sake. So I came home praying that my favorite pants aren't ruined forever and realized that my sheets still aren't dry. So I write this blog as I dry my sheets like a guilty four year old.

Here's hoping I make it through the night with no more accidents!