Maybe I'm the One That Needed a Cold Shower...

I know I say this (too) frequently, but today was one of those days.  At least since about 5:00 this evening.  There was just time after time after time of some weird thing or another testing my patience and wrecking my nerves. 

Without going into all the crazy details, I had to turn the shower back on for the kids to finish their bath.  Our shower head is removable and I could tell that they had taken it down and put it back up there because the hose was a little kinked.  I don't like it when they do that, because I don't want the entire bathroom soaked.  Anyway, I turned the sprayer so that it was aimed at the wall; I didn't want to get my sleeve wet as I turned the water back on.

I was quite shocked when the sprayer shot right in my face and all the way down my right side.  Oh, and all around me on the floor...

And of course my sleeve was wet.

Whatever I thought I did, the shower head ended up pointing straight out of the bathtub because of the way the kids put it back up into the holder.

I'll say this-if you can't laugh when you get a surprise shower, then there might be no hope for you at all...