Fuck! Last night I was dog-tired. It was my first day back at work, my foot was giant and killing me, and my girlfriends came over for dinner. No, I didn't need to entertain. They made dinner, helped me with the kids, and let Fillip go out for a much needed break, but I was still up more than I should have been. So, by the time I went to draw my bath I really needed to lie down and sleep. I turned on the tub then went to quickly (or so I thought) check my email. Oh, the clever responses I sent out! Oh, yea, I'm soooo witty! So witty in fact that when it occurred to me a few minutes later to check the tub, the water had flowed over the sides, all over the bathroom, and was headed into the hall. Clever girl, my ass.
So there I was late last night, husband out as suggested, trying to mop up the floor with the last two clean towels, on crutches. Pitiful. I did take my bath anyway. As long as it was already a hazard, I may as well get clean.