Water is Weird

We have two bathrooms. The old bathroom and the new bathroom. The kids call the old bathroom their bathroom and the new bathroom our bathroom. I don’t like that. It’s not “ours” meaning Jen and me, it’s “ours” meaning anyone can use it whenever.

Anyway, both bathrooms have a shower and both have the same shower head. Last night the shower head in the new bathroom just fell off. Like. Pop. Off. What the hell?

We ordered a new one and temporarily swapped the old one into the new bathroom. I tried to put the broken one back together but I failed miserably. Like… screw you, shower head!

Then this morning when I got up, I walked into the kitchen and there was patches… sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink staring into a pot full of water. Like… cat… if you’re gonna stand there, you might as well wash the dishes, right?

Right?

Weird

I actually did the math.  Today was not the longest day of my life.  It was actually the same length as every other day.

Weird.  So why then did it feel like the longest day of my life?