Wake Up Call

It's an interesting adjustment traveling with Connor and staying at someone else's home now. For one thing, I have to kick my parents out of their ground floor bedroom because I don't feel comfortable carrying my super-wiggly child up and down the stairs several times a day. It's getting to be more and more of a hazard. There's also all the pieces of equipment we take for granted at home that are missing here: equipment like Connor's bath chair. I lay Connor down on the floor of the shower yesterday and used my parent's handheld shower head to wash him. It worked okay at the time. Unfortunately when I turned the water off and put the shower head back up, I neglected to pay attention to which direction it was pointing.

So this morning I crawled out of bed, opened up the shower door, turned the lever on with a quick jerk of my wrist, and got a blast of freezing cold water directly in the face. Sputtering and feeling around blindly I managed to turn the water off, but not before soaking the carpet, the vanity opposite the shower, the mirror, the ceiling, and of course myself. I dried everything off, carefully turned the shower head to face the back of the shower and turned it back on.

So apparently the handheld shower head has to be put back on the wall with the hose twisted in a certain direction. Otherwise, the water pressure when you turn the shower on causes the head to turn to face the door of the shower, as I discovered when I received another ice cold blast of water up my nose.

That's one way to wake up in the morning.

~Jess