Shabby Art Boutique: Just one of those days.......

Aahhhh how quickly the news can change. Just a day or two ago I was lamenting how I hate the cold weather....I was feeling unmotivated and blah.....my children thought school holidays were boring and uninteresting - well not anymore.

Yesterday, our very last day of school holidays was meant to be a day out. We were all set to go and I was just waiting for the washing machine to finish when I noticed to my horror that a rather large tidal wave of soapy water was making its way down the polished boards towards the kitchen. I dashed to the laundry to investigate the surge of water and while I turned it off the kids ran to get our entire stock of bath and beach towels from the bathroom to smother the growing lake of water in our house. I think I actually heard some squeals of laughter and delight in their voices as they skidded around on the wet floors - only bored kids could turn such a nightmare into a fun game. Meanwhile, I was frantically sweeping the water out of the house before it seeped through the floor boards to the studio directly below, when all of a sudden I went for the biggest 'sixer' on the wet tiles - so where's the video camera when you need it?

I'm talking major up in the air landing flat on your back type fall, complete with sickening thump of head on tiled floor. I'm not sure how, but I managed to crawl onto all fours which was when I noticed the blood dripping onto the floor. Believe me my head was smarting so much I didn't have a clue where it was coming from and as the kids laughter quickly turned to frantic screams I blacked out for a little nap - right in the puddle of water. Luckily for me my parents were on their way to our house and were able to call an ambulance and restore some calm in my home.

After a short hospital visit I am home again, all stitched up and sporting the ugliest head bandage. I think the fact that I have tendrils of matted and crisp bloodied hair hanging below the bandage like a reject 'do' from the mullet era is not doing my cause any good. I'm still struggling with the humour side of things as the bruises are still too sore and real but my kids are enjoying re-telling the saga of the flooded laundry.

While I might not be able to laugh at myself in this instance (yet) I did have a private chuckle at the hospital when they asked had I been admitted before. Hhmmm......there was another incident a couple of years back which is kind of like this one and still everyone gets a chuckle out of it, at my expense. I may as well share it with you because it is even crazier than this sorry tale....... I had spent a day nursing one of my kids with gastro when later that night I came down with the same symptoms. I rushed off to the toilet in the middle of the night feeling oh so sick and a moment after I had sat myself down on the toilet I passed out. Hubby heard the loud thump and came to investigate only to find me on the floor on my knees, PJ's around my ankles, bottom up in the air and my face buried in the porcelain tiles. Thankfully he preserved my dignity before calling an ambulance. The fall out from that little fainting episode was a broken nose, 2 black eyes, an open gash to the top of my nose and the feeling that every bone and tooth in my face was bruised and sore. I couldn't leave the house for several weeks.

Here's a funny side note about gossip...of course my children couldn't wait to tell their teachers and classmates at school about the ambulance coming in the night - apparently that was so cool. Mothers began talking and a few days later an acquaintance rang the house to offer her condolences and was shocked to have me answer the phone....yep, the gossipers had me dead. That is either very funny or very sad.

So enough of my whining......honestly everything will be okay in a few days and I'm sure I will be back in the studio shortly painting up a storm - or at least some more Christmas projects.