Here’s another perfect example of what happens almost every time I don’t have time to deal with Don’s latest mess.
I have an appt to meet with a storage unit owner and I’m not cancelling. I have waited months to get a storage unit. I need to wait just a little longer to jump in the shower as guests arrived exceptionally late last night, and they are probably still sleeping. This is one pitfall I have to deal with because our short-term rental permit requires us to live on the premises. Not ideal, but it’s been a part of our new life here in Tillamook County for over 5 years. It never matters if it’s my appointment or something for Don. The worst disaster always happens when the clock is ticking.
I turned off the water in Don’s bathroom as he cannot remember to turn the water off anymore. I left a big red bowl of water on the counter for him to wash hands or face. This morning, someone tipped over the red bowl, spilling water all over the counter and into the cabinet below. For the millionth time, Don also broke off the TP holder and clogged the toilet with whatever was handy. I found him sitting half naked on his chair by the mini-frig.
Kristy: What the hell happened?
Don: Somebody left a red bowl of water in the bathroom. I’ve never seen it before.
Kristy: I told you I left it for you to wash your face and hands. How did it end up on the floor and water everywhere?
Don: (Shrugging shoulders) I don’t know.
Kristy: Why are you half-naked sitting in a chair?
Don: Everything is wet.
Not everything was wet, including his disposable underwear. I change all his remaining clothes anyway and get him seated in his recliner. When a person sits half-naked in a bedroom, in January, on the Oregon coast, they have a tendency to get cold. Even though there were 2 blankets in the very same bedroom, Don always chooses to crank the thermostat up as high as it goes. The heater vent then turns into a branding iron. Like they do on the TV show Yellowstone, one of these days he’s going to brand his own butt with the flaming hot vent cover.
Because I break out in a sweat changing his clothes in 90 degree temperatures, I leave to get his breakfast in the kitchen where I can breathe and cool off. Cats are meowing for breakfast, and I hear Don yelling his request for cookies. I flip a coin I found on the floor. Tails up for the cats. I serve everyone breakfast and sit down, realizing I can’t deal with the mess right now. Time to get ready to leave for the storage unit.
Note to Self: The Yellowstone brand is, by far, better than the train station. Yippee-Ki-Yay.