Our shower is backed up.
Our bathroom sink is backed up.
It’s my fault.
Why? Because I shed more than a sheepdog.
I have a lot of hair. It’s thick and full, with lots of volume. Yes, I’m genetically lucky. However, it’s a great mystery how there can be so much hair on the floor, in the sink, on my clothes, etc…. yet there never seems to be any less on my head.
I feel bad for Handsome Hubby, who has to share a bathroom with a Sasquatch.
I feel bad for my kids, who find my hair in their school books, on their clothes and on one occasion that they’ve yet to let me forget: Devin’s oatmeal. Sorry! (I swear, they’re going to put it on my tombstone!)
I feel bad for me when I am startled by a rolled up little ball of hair that was formed after going through the washer and dryer, because I think it’s a spider. Every. Time.
But today, I mostly feel bad for my sweet Hubs, who is going to have to come home from work early and take care of our plumbing issues. I know what’s going to happen… he will unclog the shower and pull what looks like a wet mouse out of the drain.
And he’ll be doing it with an un-showered stinky wife standing over him, apologizing profusely the whole time.