"It" Flows Downhill

I'm definitely mellowing with age. I don't think there's any other plausible explanation for it. Maybe this was aided by my excitement over preparing to leave for a business trip (where I can get rare "alone time") and having arrived home from a rigorous yoga class...but not THAT much. Years ago I would have freaked out about this and would have worn my evil twin on my sweater like a badge of courage. But not last night.

Son #1 went into the basement to use the copier just before bed time, around 9:30, and noticed a small flood. Before I knew what was happening I heard loud noises coming from downstairs...and was then informed that Dad was seeing what could be done about it. To his credit, hubby didn't unleash his inner forest creature either, but of course he was pretty peeved. He'd planned to go back to "light duty" foreman work today but instead would meet the Roto-Rooter guy between 7 and 9 in the morning. He did what he could do to snake the waste line with his tools, but wasn't able to clear the blockage. Edict: no water running down any drain and no flushing of toilets until after the problem is solved. Ugh. We'd have to worry about disinfecting the basement and disposing of the rug in the office after the Roto-Rooter job. Didn't go down there because I didn't need to be grossed out. Yet.

It occurred to me that I could clean up from head to toe with baby wipes and then head into the office early to wash my hair there; luckily they have the high arc faucets in the bathroom. So I packed a towel, shampoo, conditioner, brush, etc. and decided I'd stop at the bagel place for an out-of-the-ordinary treat in lieu of my daily oatmeal. I made all the kids' lunches and my own, and labeled the kids' containers in the fridge -- normally this is all done at 0630, but I'd be gone by then. I wrote notes about the faucets and the toilets and the lunches, plus a schedule for hubby to be aware of the times the kids leave the house -- since he's either not home or not awake at that hour if he IS home. All this kept me up until 2300 which of course cuts into sleep time, but I was still reasonably cheerful about it.

Plan worked this morning, although I could've done without the torrential downpour in the pitch black (blessed early transition to Daylight Saving Time). I do think I'll probably have to wait until I get to Dallas for any quality sleep. Yawn.