Never going to be invited back…

17 Mar

We arrived at Nicole‘s mid-afternoon yesterday, and between hauling the kids to the park, forcing them into the bathtub, and coercing them to sleep (sense a pattern?), there wasn’t a moment to jump in the shower.  So this morning, it was first on my list of priorities.  Nicole graciously allowed me to go first (guest and all) and Josselyn and I wasted no time getting into the shower (in case she changed her mind).

Hair washed?  Check.  Hair conditioned?  Check.  Josselyn soaped?  Check.  Face washed?  Just let me adjust the nozzle…

That’s when I found myself staring stupidly at the shower head in my hand, while streams of hot water sprayed erratically around the bathtub, soaking the toilet, vanity and floor.  I came to my senses and turned off the water.

When I was younger, I would sometimes sleep over at my cousin, Derek’s house.  I loved hanging out with this cousin, and my Aunt Linda was one of my favourite people when I was a child (still is, still is…!).  I remember staying there one weekend and needing a shower.  I was still at an age where I was transitioning from having baths to showers, and when the choice was offered, I boldly declared that I would prefer a shower.  Aunt Linda got everything ready, setting up the temperature, pulling out a towel, and showing me where the shampoo was kept.  I was ready.

And then…

The shower curtain fell down.

It was a nightmare.  I was alone, and naked, and in a strange place.  The door was locked, and I needed to get out of the shower to unlock the door to allow in my rescuers, screaming at them to NOT.COME.IN until I was safely back in the shower, with the shower curtain wrapped around me… and the water still on… and…       you get the picture…

Fast forward 20 plus years…

As I stared at the broken shower, I resisted the urge to call for help (I should be able to handle this, you know?!).  In the end, I unhooked the hose and used it to rinse off me and Joss, then I calmly stepped out of the shower and explained why we were all going to have to go to Canadian Tire, and why Nicole would have to go with dirty hair.

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5 Responses to “Never going to be invited back…”

  1. Elaine March 17, 2011 at 5:29 pm #

    LOL!

    didn’t we have a conversation about how you knew a good plumber growing up too? I’m so proud that you knew how to fix it!

    • nic March 18, 2011 at 11:43 am #

      Umm… who fixed it…?

      • Julie March 20, 2011 at 2:40 pm #

        Ok ok- Nicole picked out the new showerhead, paid for it, and installed it. I did attempt to remove the old one but in the end Andrew did that part by himself…
        I did write a funny story about it though…!

  2. Natalie March 17, 2011 at 6:21 pm #

    …and what did Joss do in all the excitement in the shower? 🙂

  3. Erin March 17, 2011 at 10:58 pm #

    I actually laughed out loud! Soo funny!

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