June 09, 2007
Yes, I have become as spoiled as most Americans, and am realizing it now more than ever. I don't know how people used to handle the night when they had to use an outhouse located some distance from the house.
I have been trying to reduce my soda intake, and have consequently been drinking a lot of water... apparently too much water. I have to go to the bathroom two, sometimes three times each night. My bathroom is no closer to being done than it was a year and a half ago. Probably because I haven't started it, yet. As a result, I have to use the hall bathroom. Our house isn't that big, but when I am sleepy and in need of relief, it is a mile away... through an obstacle course. At first I tried to go without turning on a light. After I tripped, ran into a wall, tripped over the dog, bumped into an open door, stubbed my toe, tripped over Annie's backpack... (you get the picture) I decided to start turning on a light or two. I am not sure if that was any better because it brought into stark relief the mess that the house has become. I get out of bed, walk around it, avoid the exercise bench that has not been used in over a week, navigate through laundry, Annie's shoes and backpack, Tolkien, a set of misplaced accent tables, around the laundry doors that have been left open to encourage me to do laundry, and finally arrive at the bathroom.
Granted, I live in a somewhat secluded area. Others might say I live in the middle of nowhere. So, some times I decide to skip the journey to the bathroom. I open up the french doors, walk six feet to the edge of the deck and take care of business. I don't like the grass there anyway. To some degree, it isn't much different than using the bathroom. The septic tank is located there, so I am just bypassing the plumbing and tank, and going right to the leach lines. The only danger then is that I am so tired that I might take a header off the deck.
Fortunately, my boss told me yesterday that he is expecting me to take some comp time when this mess at work is all over. I think I will use that time to start the bathroom.
I guess I could cut back on the water...
I have been trying to reduce my soda intake, and have consequently been drinking a lot of water... apparently too much water. I have to go to the bathroom two, sometimes three times each night. My bathroom is no closer to being done than it was a year and a half ago. Probably because I haven't started it, yet. As a result, I have to use the hall bathroom. Our house isn't that big, but when I am sleepy and in need of relief, it is a mile away... through an obstacle course. At first I tried to go without turning on a light. After I tripped, ran into a wall, tripped over the dog, bumped into an open door, stubbed my toe, tripped over Annie's backpack... (you get the picture) I decided to start turning on a light or two. I am not sure if that was any better because it brought into stark relief the mess that the house has become. I get out of bed, walk around it, avoid the exercise bench that has not been used in over a week, navigate through laundry, Annie's shoes and backpack, Tolkien, a set of misplaced accent tables, around the laundry doors that have been left open to encourage me to do laundry, and finally arrive at the bathroom.
Granted, I live in a somewhat secluded area. Others might say I live in the middle of nowhere. So, some times I decide to skip the journey to the bathroom. I open up the french doors, walk six feet to the edge of the deck and take care of business. I don't like the grass there anyway. To some degree, it isn't much different than using the bathroom. The septic tank is located there, so I am just bypassing the plumbing and tank, and going right to the leach lines. The only danger then is that I am so tired that I might take a header off the deck.
Fortunately, my boss told me yesterday that he is expecting me to take some comp time when this mess at work is all over. I think I will use that time to start the bathroom.
I guess I could cut back on the water...