Uh, Colonel?

Oh man, am I ever gonna hurt tomorrow.

Walking into the hallway I suddenly found my foot flying out from under me. There being nothing to grab hold of to stop me from going down, I went DOWN! Now, trying to remember everything that happened in that split-second, I stepped with my right foot onto a rug we have there. Said rug has a rubbery non-slip backing on it, which failed. Horribly. So when my right leg flew out from under me I, simultaneously, cried out in surprise, tried to shift my momentum to my left leg and, seeing that was not going to happen, put my hands down to help break the inevitable. Immediate pain points were: right butt cheek, right wrist, left hand and left knee. And now, a few hours after-the-incident, I'm feeling something in the area of my right shoulder and up that side of my neck.

In my anger after falling, I threw the rug out into the garage (this all happened in the entryway from the garage into the house), grabbed a towel and bottle of cleaner and scrubbed the floor over and over and over. Well, it didn't help. The area is still slick as snot!

I don't know what the flooring material is because it was there when we bought the house. It's "wood" but I think it's the faux-wood stuff. Before we bought the house we discussed the "wood" flooring explicitly. We're more the ceramic tile type. I remember saying I was okay with the "wood" as long as the future included replacing it with ceramic tile. Deal. Okay. Sold.

I've never, ever had this slick-as-ice problem in any of our houses that had tile. So...

Can we redo "wood" with ceramic tile now? Sure, if we're willing to skip some traveling. Hmmmm... Grrr, grouse, moan!

On a lighter note!

My cat, Spot (he's the cutey on my profile page), having earlier begged to go out into the aforementioned garage (he claims to be warding off mice but I think it's all about the treats he gets when he comes back inside), is refusing to come in. I have checked on him several times now but he isn't interested. Fine. I put a dish of water out there, told him good night and closed the door. I'll check again before I finally go to bed. Brat!

My day started at around 2 in the morning. I woke up because there was 18 pounds of cat lying on my feet. Gentle nudging did not clue him in to my wanting him gone so I had to pick him up and show him the way off the bed. So now that I was awake, it seems I’m eagle ears tuned into every little sound, despite the earplugs I have in. I wear earplugs because my husband snores loudly. I suppose so do I but you can’t prove it by me. So now I’m lying wide-awake trying to not hear the snoring, wondering if I can double up the earplugs without damaging my ears or maybe I should just drag a blanket out to the living room and sleep on the lounge chair. By now the cat has figured I’m asleep so he’s back on the bed but I’m not so nice this time. I slap my feet up and down on the bed and he skedaddled out of the room. My husband sits up and, “Huh? What was that?” I tell him he’s snoring and choking so he needs to roll over. He does so with a grumble, at least with my earplugs it was only a grumble, and he goes right back to sleep. I lay there staring at the ceiling because my eyes will not stay shut. I think I finally dozed off but again the cat and again my feet and this time the husband gets up coughing and goes to get some water. I didn’t want to know what time it was. I convince myself that meditating will do the trick and it does. Before I know it, the alarm is buzzing. Of course I don’t want to get up but after the fourth snooze it’s getting really late. So late that we are now rushing and I now have to drive my son to the bus stop because he hasn’t enough time to do the walk. I’m hurrying through the house with my keys and purse in hand and suddenly I hear the car alarm blaring. Damn! I triggered the panic alarm because of how I was carrying my keys, I’d pressed the remote button and damn damn damn HOW DO I TURN THIS DAMN THING OFF? WE HAVE TO GO NOW OR YOU’LL MISS YOUR BUS! LET’S GO!! Husband says to go and he’ll turn the alarm off. My son tries to calm me down but I’m too stubborn and tired. He sits in silence, I get him to the stop, he gets out, I tell him to have a good day, he says sure okay and closes the door. I drive off. God I hate when that happens! I get back to the house, the alarm is off, seems you just have to put the key into the ignition to turn it off. STUPID CAR ALARM!!