I don't react well to water leaks.

So I couldn't concentrate yesterday enough to actually write (which is too bad, since I did 1,100 words day before yesterday which is more than all last week combined) because I was panicking and upset.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, although I probably have, I lived in an apartment back in college that flooded nine times. Nine! Mushrooms grew on the floor. There were bugs everywhere. It was awful. Absolutely hellish. My asthma - which I'd had as a child, but gotten over - came back because of all the mold. My health's never quite been the same.

Anyway, I'm still pretty edgy about any sort of plumbing/water problems.

But there wasn't anything I could do about it, so I was just fretting.

Putting my fret to good use, I:

• did 5 loads of laundry


• folded 7 loads of laundry (there were two loads left over from 2 weeks ago that were not folded)


• unloaded the dishwasher


• loaded the dishwasher


• scrubbed all the countertops


• removed the burner pans and scoured them


• swept the kitchen floor


• picked up all of Jess's toys. Twice.


• cleaned the bedroom floor


• cleaned Jess's room


• Took out two bags of trash


• tripped over spare computer parts three times


• suggested nicely that spouse move said spare computer parts somewhere else

::looks around::

::sighs::

Why is my house still a mess?