It's been a rough re-entry into reality.
Not the physical getting back from the shore bit, although that proved to be unbearably long. Trees. Lots and lots and lots of trees. Virginia does not lack for trees.
No, it's been the getting back into my routine, or I suppose, establishing a new routine now that I'm retired.
So far, in the space of less than 48 hours I've:
- inadvertently dyed the bathroom mat an ungodly shade of pink
- thrown the grounds part of the new coffeemaker into the trash, which now resided curbside
- ruined a queen sized fitted sheet with a huge splash of bleach, which I didn't even see at the time
Are you wondering how on earth I managed the above?
I can only offer the following explanations/theories:
- In the case of the bathmat, I threw it in with an old red Ikea blanket, which has been washed so many times, it should have holes in it. Said blanket chose not to inform me that it would bleed in the wash for the very first time ever. Ugh.
- The new coffee pot...a beautiful shade of red, ironically...boasts 2 parts to the grounds holder bit. I am used to the old coffee pot, picked up at a yard sale, which has 1 part. These new fangled contraptions usually get the better of me. Darling husband dug through the trash to rescue it, choosing wisely, since it was in the very first bag he picked up. It was not, luckily, in the bag containing 20 lbs of cat litter.
- Since I am the sole person doing the laundry, I have to be the one who created that bleach splash. I didn't see the tsunami of a splash happen, but when I folded that green fitted sheet, it clearly had been attacked by a huge splash of bleach. Huge. And, it apprently sat in the rarely used bleach for awhile since the bleach nearly ate through it. I replaced the rescued coffee pot grounds thingie which had been in the trash with the sheet.
My husband hopes that since I've created 3 catastrophies, I am done with creating castarophes.
I wouldn't bet on that.
But, honey, I'm not the one who left his iphone at the beach.
P.S. The photo has nothing whatsoever to do with this post, other than the fact that it was taken at the beach that I am missing.
P.P.S. If the sheet had been red, not green, this post would have a pretty cool thread running through it. You know, the attack of the red, or some such thing.
P.P.P.S. Phone has been located. Since darling husband suspended service on it, figuring getting it reconnected could provide an amusing blog post. Or, not.