Did you ever have one of those days?

With everything in a state of disaster at our house right now, I should have known better than to try to get out of bed this morning. House staging preparations are underway in a massive overhauling of 17 years worth of packratting. (is that a word?) We have moved out our dresser and other pieces of furniture to make the rooms look larger...according to our in house interior designer Mary Beth. And she is right. We all have an opinion of what looks good...she now has a degree. So we are going to follow her lead and direction. Plus I KNOW it will help prepare us for the big move when it takes place.

Back to this morning...I had clients scheduled straight through from 9am until 4pm. I got up and realized right then that I should have planned what I was wearing the night before. Nothing is in it's usual place. The clothes that were in the dresser are either in tubs headed for storage or in wicker baskets on shelves in the closet. Steve stayed home today to work on this monstrosity, so he was bringing in ladders and laying plastic down on the floor by this point. I finally dug around and found everything I needed to get dressed.

Then I got in the shower. Now, for those of you that are young and still have your good eyes, you will NOT understand this next part and not find it humorous whatsoever. But it was. I have a bottle of shampoo and one of conditioner that are identical except for the tiny words that state what they are on the bottle. I sit them on the ledge where the soap goes in the very same order EVERY day. Shampoo on the left and conditioner on the right. I reached for what I thought was shampoo and plopped a big puddle of conditioner right on top of my head. It didn't occur to me what had transpired until I started trying to lather up and nothing was happening! Steve had been working in there and the bottles fell down the day before and he had simply put them back....he didn't realize that Bobo the Blind Man would need a consistent pattern of where the shampoo was placed.

I actually stood in the shower and laughed hysterically.

I made it to the office just in time to sit and wait on a client and his mother that did not show. After 20 minutes I called to see if they were on their way and woke her up.
What a way to start the day. I really should have stayed in bed today. But then today was the day Steve painted the bedroom ceiling and it might have been a bit difficult to hide out in there.

I will keep you all posted regarding this weekend's holiday plans. I'm sure there will be some sort of independent spirit guiding Greg, Steve and I as we try to turn "This Old House" into "Don't You Want To Buy Me?"