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a lucy episode.

it had been about 1 month since we moved in. we painted, we cleaned, we caulked. we did everything you do when you have just bought your First Home and are so excited that the adrenalin makes you this crazy House Project Junkie. anyone that knows my husband and i knows that we are complete opposites. i can’t even express JUST how opposite i mean. i like to lead a more laid back lifestyle, while he folds our bedroom sheets with hospital corners. i am organzied enough to know things always work themselves out, and he comes home with itemized excel spreadsheets that he has handwritten in pencil. it’s just how we are. i have no idea how the two of us though this combination of polar opposite would work, but that is a story for another time :)

so you can imaging my “holy @#%*!!!” reaction when i walk into our kitchen-our beautiful kitchen with the amazing hardwood floors- about 1 month after we have moved in, and the floor is covered in….bubbles. lots and lots of white, foamy, airy bubbles…everywhere.

let’s back up a second. okay, fine. i will be honest, and call myself out on the internet for all to see. so earlier in the day, i decided to be all domesticated and run the dishwasher. only we had no dishwasher soap. so i figure…Palmolive! that is soap and it’s just the same, right? i mean it actually says dishwashing liquid on the bottle so really, i say it’s their fault.

public service announcement: do not ever ever ever put anything but dishwasher soap in the dishwasher. ever.

so i walk into a floor of bubbles. i am talking up to my ankles, and i can literally see them seeping through our brand new hardwood floors. i can actually hear chris’ man voice in my head going-

“water damage! loss of equity! brand new home!!”

my husband is sleeping soundly on the couch in the next room. actually, i take that back- my BOYFRIEND is sleeping soundly in the next room (we weren’t married yet). i am freaking out in silence not having a clue what to do because THEY WONT STOP. they are everywhere, they keep coming, and the dog is just looking at me confused.

i turn off the dishwasher, open it…and it’s filled to the brim with more bubbles.

CHRIS CANNOT WAKE UP IF I WANT TO REMAIN LIVING IN THIS HOUSE.

no…like i’m not kidding. i would have been homeless.

i don’t know what to do, because everytime the dishwasher is turned on, the bubbles just keep coming and tripling the amount before. chris cannot wake up for the love of all that is holy pleaase do not wake up.

what do i do? do i frantically go through every single martha stewart magazine i own looking for an answer? oh wait…i don’t own any, right…

so i do the next best thing and call the most domesticated friend i know, and am whispering into the phone- help!!! help!! i need help! her answer back?

“basically you are screwed. nothing you can do but keep running the dishwasher until the bubbles start to fizzle out.” (keep in mind every time i ran it they tripled so not sure how this was going to work but hey who am i to argue)

i get off the phone…and i hear chris in the other room….ROLLING OVER. so i casually walk in, with my poker face on….

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing. just make me a promise- you will stay out here until i tell you to”

“why”

“just trust me”

“why do i have the feeling i should be scared?”

“just trust me”

i have no idea why all the stars and moon aligned that afternoon, but HE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME.

so….about 4 dishwashing cycles later, and me stopping the dishwasher every 5 minutes to scoop out the bubbles, and re-run. scoop out, re-run. all was clear.

he never knew, and i remained non-homeless.

then end.

why do i sometimes feel my life is one long I Love Lucy episode?

thanks to kristi odom for this :)

comments +

  1. Jess N says:

    because you are Astrid.

  2. Tracy says:

    Oh my god. I love you.

  3. Liliana Ospina says:

    Astrid, I laugh at this, almost read it to my co-workers but can also sympathize wtih you. I did it once when we were on vacation at the age of like 12. Marta was NOTTTTTTTT happy!!!!!!

  4. Cristin Shirley says:

    THIS SAME EXACT THING HAPPENED TO ME! I was in middle school, and made the same mistake! Thank GOSH my parents had cheap linoleum floors! BUBBLES EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!! I know the exact FEELING ( minus the almost homeless part!) LOL

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