Shower

My Hubs and I have a standard size shower in our bathroom. Nothing major right? Well apparently my Hubs has decided, within the last year and a half, that our shower head needs to be constantly moved up. Mind you, we've lived in this house for almost four years.

So, picture this. I'm 8 months pregnant with Squeaker and I want to take a shower. No problem. I noticed though when I got in that the water was spraying at the opposite wall of the shower.

THE WALL people. Now really?!?!?!

So I adjust it. Proceed to shower and think nothing else on it. Other than my husband has suddenly lost his mind. I mention it to him. He says he usually moves it, he just forgot to put it back. Whatever. Fine. Then he and Angel Baby leave. So I go upstairs to finish getting ready. I take a step into the bathroom, barefoot of course, and I almost bite it. I had to do this crazy, kung fu, yoga type move not to fall on my ass. Cause, hello! I don't want to hurt the baby that's currently taking up residence in my womb.

I pulled my twat people.

I kid you not. I didn't even know you could do that. But, I'm here to tell you, that yes, yes you can.I yell at mention it, to The Hubs and he says he won't do that again.

Famous last words.

Not only has it been an issue since then. But last fall we noticed a brown spot on the ceiling of the living room.Turns out that the water on the floor, leaked through the tile and then the floor boards and finally through the dry wall of the ceiling.

So now, how do we solve the issue? Maybe by being more cognizant of where the shower head is directed?

Nope.

We have to have a hand towel on the floor by the tub so that it can sop up all the water from the shower.

I guess the good thing is that now there isn't water on the floor, so no more slip and slide bathroom time.

Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

I've never considered myself to be controlling. I've never had to have everything planned out. And I can't even begin to count how many times I went out with someone at the last minute. Even now, when it's something that deals with me and my time I'm usually pretty easy-going. Some may say fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants. Yet when it comes to things that have to do with my daughter, I become the most detail oriented, planning-nazi around.

Especially right now. The wee one has come down with a rash. The nurse and I thought it was an allergy rash from yogurt. But yesterday she didn't have dairy and it's worse. It seems to be spreading. So when I can't make things better with a wave of my wand, I start spinning. What can I do? Where can I help? What can I control around her to make some impact.

It's times like this that make me appreciate my mother even more. I've already thanked her a few times for all she's done for me. Dealing with the colds, coughs, stress, etc. How did she do it? What would she recommend. And thankfully, she hasn't taken advantage like some moms might. She offers advice for what I ask and only that. And if I don't take it. She understands. Major cool points for that! But still, all the advice in the world can't make my little one better right away.

It's so freaking frustrating to feel this way. I try to do the best I can, but I still feel as though it's not enough. I know, I know. Just breathe. "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming."