Day 8: Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink

I found myself in a situation needing to close a door.  The door to the back bathroom (also known as Rusty’s bathroom) is blocked open by the guest bedroom’s bed post.  The closet room is blocked open by, oh God, everything in the house that is stacked up in there like a hoarder’s stash.  The guest bedroom’s door fell out a few days ago when the trim was removed.  (Obviously, the door frame was attached to nothing.) So, when it came down to the moment that I needed to find myself behind a closed door so I can sit and think alone, my options where the laundry room, which has no insulation, thus is freezing, and has no chairs, the master bedroom, which has nothing but chalky feeling carpet, or the main bathroom.  I chose the bathroom and sat in the tub.  So, where does “water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink” come in?  The door delivery people dropped off several new interior doors.  But, like they are doing a f-ing flip of any good propped up against the dining room wall. 

To add insult to injury, I spilled a whole drink on the king mattress we’ve been sleeping on in the living room.  With no mattress pad, those 400 count sheets couldn’t stop that flood.  Come on baking soda and shop vac!  Cupcake and I are sleeping on the dry edge, why T sleeps on the couch.  Luckily, the couch and mattress are slammed up against each other, so it’s like we are still sleeping together :)