Flip Flops In The Shower

I've been in New Hampshire, Rye to be exact, for 3 days now and I've already managed to hurt myself. That last step wasn't a killer but it managed to hurt pretty good. I also managed a virus on my computer that took everything down. Nice when your 'stuff' is at home in Mississippi. Luckily I was smart enough to bring my restore discs.

I am living in a 3 bedroom townhouse with 3 men, two that I don't know and one that I barely know. The one I barely know being my ex (or soon to be ex). I do recognize him, but the way he lives now is similar to the way he lived 12 years ago before we married. Our bedroom has been dubbed Camp Mikey.

After being here for two days, I decided that I couldn't stand it anymore. Off to Walmart we go in search of something, anything to organize a little in here. I still didn't get the backup drive that he said he would get me. Butt-head. I need that more than the clothes he tried to buy me, and some other crap.

Today our goal is to find a laundry mat. I search online for them, but there aren't any. I may have to Google by a different term since laundry mat may be a Southern term. Coin-operated laundry? Nope, same search results. Hm.

At least now I have a small drawer thing to put my socks, shorts and personal items into beside the suitcase. One large item out of the floor. He bought another one for himself. Yay! A path begins to emerge. After a little bit of work and two large trash bags later, we have a floor. Trash bags were not for trash, but clothes that needed to be washed and wouldn't fit in the hamper.

I thought my daughter had a bunch of clothes. Mike has been here for a month, and hasn't washed clothes since he's been here. Yes, he has that many clothes. One full travel bag went into the closet to be stored, and there is a huge black trash bag full of clothes downstairs.

Now I am sitting at a folding camping table, on a folding camping chair to work. I convinced him that a lamp would be much better than the battery operated camping lantern that he was using. Making progress.

Oh, the flip flops. I came in late Thursday evening, flipped my flops off at the end of the bed and couldn't find them again after that. I am OCD and to not be able to lay my hands on something that I use all the time, and just had will bother me until I'm in tears. Hindsight says that it is good that I didn't have on my flip flops when I missed that last step or I might have broken my ankle instead of just spraining it. I did find my flip flops. I still don't know how they got that buried that fast.

Today, while taking a shower standing in 2 inches of water I thought of my flip flops and wondered if maybe I should wear them in the shower. I'm pretty sure that in the many months that these other guys have been here, no one has bothered to clean the tub. I keep telling myself that I'll be damned if I'm cleaning up this place. More than likely, I'll be damned...