On Our Way To Crazy

I’d like to take a minute to talk about how awesome I am.

We closed on our new house last Friday and spent most of the weekend painting, changing light fixtures, treating for bugs and doing other assorted home improvement projects. Then on Monday Aaron left for a week-long work trip. I had lofty goals of getting a lot of house stuff done while he was gone.

I did not meet those goals. We are in the process of moving our church offices, and that plus youth stuff took up most of my time last week. When I had some downtime, I just couldn’t motivate myself to get over there and do anything.

The Sunday before Aaron left, I painted the kitchen. In order to do so, I unplugged the (empty) refrigerator and pushed it into the center of the room. I left it there that night, thinking I would be back in the next couple of days to touch up the paint.

I didn’t go back until yesterday afternoon. I had planned to get some work done before picking Aaron up from the airport. I touched up a couple of rooms, painted the hallway, pulled up all the tape. Then I went into the kitchen.

Do you know what happens when you unplug a fridge? It defrosts. And fills with water. That leaks out the bottom of the door. And onto your wood floors.

Do you know what happens when a puddle of water sits on wood floors for a week? They warp. A lot.

It’s pretty awesome.

I pushed the fridge back and got all the water up, but the damage was done. You can’t really see it when you walk into the room, but you can once you get close. And you can definitely feel it when you walk across the room.

I am so mad at myself. If I had just gone over there for a little while early in the week, maybe I could have caught it before it got too bad. Or if I had thought for two seconds before leaving last Sunday, I would have plugged the stupid fridge back in. But I did neither, and now we have warped floors in our pretty pretty new house. Sad.

I am awesome.