I’m such a clutz

My son has a bad habit of not wiping up the water in the floor when he gets out of the shower. I’ve spoken to him about it time and time again…well, okay, let’s be real…I yelled.

sigh…so what do I do? I walked into the bathroom in my three inch heel black books, slip on the water and fall right into the tub. My pants were drenched, my side and arm bruised, my pride stinging, my temper fuming.

Let’s just say my son won’t be leaving the floor wet anymore…lol.

I’m still a little sore today, but I survived. I at least got a little more done on my story…:) That’s the one good thing that came out of this. And maybe the other is a dry floor for a change…lol

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