Mopping the floor

My life is a traveling circus of crazy. I never know what's going to happen each day which probably contributes to my randomness. Bizarre and unexpected things happen without warning and if I weren't naturally such a laid back happy person I'd probably need medication.

I just sold my spare refrigerator and was expecting someone to pick it up at 9am this morning. I was out late last night and was tired because I didn't get much sleep. My house was a mess and needed to be cleaned up before anyone stepped foot inside.  This is a big place and it takes a lot of work and time to keep it clean.  It takes more work and time than I care to give it.  Except when someone will see it. 

I rolled out of bed at 7am and wandered downstairs to let the dogs out. As I stepped off the carpeted stairs and onto the bare tiled floor, still half asleep and dragging my feet, I very quickly realized that I was walking in water.

Out loud and to the empty house I said "Ew...what am I walking in?" My eyes were barely open and I didn't have my glasses on. I actually repeated that question several times as my feet splashed all the way down the hall. I opened the door and let the dogs out before turning around and surveying the situation. The whole floor was flooded. It wasn't just wet...it was about a half inch of standing water.

My eyes followed the large pool of water to the bathroom. There were soaking wet towels surrounding the base of the toilet. A wet roll of toilet paper which looked like it had been chewed on was sitting on the sink . Half a roll of paper towels and, oddly enough, part of the paper towel holder were also sitting on the sink. "What the hell happened?"

The floor was dry when I arrived home just before 2am.   I had gone straight to bed knowing I would be up early. Now people would be arriving in two hours and not only was my house a mess, but I had a large puddle of water in the path the refrigerator would be exiting the house. I shook my head and wandered back upstairs. I dried my feet and got back into bed. Maybe if I went back to sleep for a half hour I'd wake up and things would be normal. The floor would be dry.  It didn't happen.

At 8am I decided to get moving. I had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it. I mopped and vacuumed and did all the dishes. The truck pulled into the driveway just as I had finished. The guys did their thing. They removed the doors from the refrigerator and hauled it up the stairs and out the front door. Some greenish liquid leaked out of the fridge as they moved it down the recently mopped and clean hallway to the door. I grabbed the mop, washed the floor again, and then walked outside to watch the guys secure the fridge to the back of the truck.

After the guys left I went back inside. Still barefoot, I headed for the kitchen to fill my coffee cup. My feet stuck to the recently dried and allegedly clean floor. I mean...really stuck...like tacky glue. I had to peel my feet off with every step. Once again I grabbed the mop and washed the floor. I let the dogs in after it dried. Then I watched them leave muddy paw prints all over my three times mopped and clean floor. I had about enough mopping for the day so I laid down on the couch and took a nap.

~KB