J-Si’s Blog: Shower mishaps rule! [VIDEO]
I need to learn how to say “no”. It’s just one word… one syllable, and I cant seem to say it to people at times. Cason and I had were hanging out together yesterday (more on that in a bit) watching a little Yo Gabba Gabba, minding our own business. All of a sudden, a big silver pickup truck slowly drove by, stopped right in front of my house, and chilled for a bit. It was weirding me out. About a minute later, a Mexican dude and a woman got out. Did I mention the woman was preggo? I started thinking, “what if they sold our house to us, but not really, and they are the actual owners… and she is pregnant, and we get kicked out!” He walked up, rang the doorbell, and waited. Why is it that when random men come to my house, I open the door with a little bit of toughness? It’s like I am trying to establish some sort of alpha dog status. Doesn’t work. I usually just get a “whoa” look from the person. They was actually very nice, only spoke Spanish, and when I told him I spoke Spanish, he lit up with a smile. Apparently, he used to cut the lawn for the former owners of the house, and wanted to see if he could keep his job. Unfortunately, I already have a dude that comes by every three weeks and does it for 25 bucks.
I didn’t tell him that, because I felt bad. I don’t know why… no real reason to feel bad, except for the fact that I can tell his family needs the money. So instead of saying “I’m sorry, I already have a dude.” I said, “yeah, you can come by and do it every once a month.” The grass will probably not need cutting, especially right now during the cold weather. I don’t know if he will notice, but I really haven’t seen my dude come by in a while… he disappears for a couple months from time to time. So I look at it this way… I don’t go out anymore, or drink. So if I can help this guy and his family one day a month, then no biggie! Or, I could have saved myself $25 a month by saying no. Oh well!
Now to my Cason Files… bathroom edition. I have talked about catching Cason with his hand in the toilet. Luckily, that has not happened again. It was a slightly different story this time. I worked out while he played in the room with his toys and read books. After working out, I shower. I have to, or I feel disgusting. So I will go in the bathroom, shut the doors to the rest of the house, the closet, and the toilet. I will leave Cason in there with me, on a play mat, with some toys and books. He will sit there, and enjoy himself for the 5 minutes. Today was different. We have a walk in stand up shower, no tub. So there I am, washing the shampoo off of my hair, when all of the sudden something touched my leg. I screamed, and slipped in the process. I did catch myself and did not fall, but it was close. I open my eyes, and there is Cason, standing in the shower, in his clothes… still wearing shoes, enjoying the water. He was loving it. I was not. This little dude snuck in there while I was washing my hair, touched my leg, scared the crap out of me, and laughed about it. He did it so fast and quietly, that I had no time to think. Lesson learned. Always wash your hair with one eye open, somehow… even if it stings your eyeball.