No Good Deed Ever Goes Unpunished!

As most of you know Brooke is starting her 4 months of stressful crunch time to finish school so that she can graduate in April. Basically Monday through Friday she is going to be busy from 8am to 7pm and on Saturdays from 9-5. Then somewhere in there she has to find time to do her homework, prepare her lessons for Church on Sunday and still remain somewhat sane. Well my friends that is where I come in. I can't change her busy schedule but I figured I could at least do my part to help her feel some little peace at home by taking care of the household chores. Yesterday it was cleaning.

I started the day by taking Brooke to work and then I went and did the grocery shopping. I came home and started to put the groceries away. I figured while I put the groceries away I would treat myself to the pistachios that I just bought for myself (you get to treat yourself to things like that when you are the one doing to grocery shopping). I tried to open the bag, that apparently was sealed for the millennium, and tore the bag open sending the entire bag of pistachios all over the kitchen floor and counters. This should have been my first clue that Murphy had it in for me that day.

It was about 4:30 and I have to pick Brooke up at 7 so I obviously had to start my cleaning adventures in the kitchen. I finally got the kitchen all cleaned up (and yes in case you were wondering I cleaned up the pistachios by eating them...I wasn't about to let them go to waste!). I then decided to clean the rest of the house. I cleaned the front room, our bathroom, I vacuumed the floors and even vacuumed the couches. I put a candle on the plate warmer to make the house smell good for her...I was on a roll. I got the whole house done about a quarter to 6 so I still had some time. I thought then to myself, "Kevan, this was good but if you REALLY want to earn husband of the year award you should surprise her by putting all the Christmas decorations away." I couldn't argue with such profound words of wisdom so I was off to my next task. I went up to the attic and got down all of the Christmas bins.

As a quick side note: A while back our roof leaked causing some water damage to our ceiling around the chimney. We had taken a plastic tarp and the lids off the the Christmas bins and put them around the chimney in the attic to catch the water so it wouldn't ruin the ceiling any more than it already had.

Well the roof is fixed now and I just haven't gotten around to getting the lids. So again I said to myself, "Kevan, if you are going to do this you might as well do it 100%. Why don't you go get the lids so that once the Christmas decorations are down you can put them completely away?" I am so grateful to have such a wise mentor in my life who helps me see the logic in a decision...or so I thought. I made my way into the pink insulated abyss over to the chimney and got all the lids. I threw them all over onto the part of the attic that has been finished. As I walked back I was careful to walk just on the ceiling joists. I finally made my way over to the finished part and got ready to stand on the floor and then.........






Needless to say what I thought was attic floor was actually the living room ceiling. My left leg went all the way through the ceiling and was dangling down below. I caught myself on one of the joists so luckily I didn't fall all the way through. I hit my knee on something and now have a nice little bruise, I scraped my arm all up, and there is nothing like a little fiberglass insulation dust in your lungs.

It was now 6:45 and I had to leave in 10 minutes to go get Brooke. So after I finished yelling about the situation as loudly as I could, I recomposed myself and got busy cleaning....AGAIN!! I got all the insulation cleaned up and I put a white trash bag over the hole to keep some of the heat in the house and to keep more insulation from falling into the house. I was about 10 minutes late picking Brooke up from work but I told her it was because I had a surprise waiting for her at the house (Silly girl thought the surprise was that I cleaned up all the Christmas decorations...now that is funny!). Boy was she speechless when she finally saw my real surprise for her!

On a happy note though, if I hadn't fallen through the ceiling I would have never found such a cool treasure that was hiding in the insulation:



That is the last time I listen to my stupid subconscience