We spent the weekend kayaking, visiting family friends, walking in the woods, and playing a few card games. For the most part it was a relaxing long weekend. Today we came home and I noticed that the area at the base of my shower looked damp (hadn’t taken a shower in there since at least Friday). Then I noticed that more than damp, it actually looked moldy. I’m allergic to both mold & mildew so this is definitely NOT good news. On a trip through the kitchen to the access panel for that shower, I noticed the underside of the kitchen cabinets had the same problem. UH OH. Something has been leaking in the wall for a while now. Enough that the water has spread quite a bit and now so has mold.
So I totally freaked and stressed. I’d planned on reading this afternoon and relaxing. Instead I got to don my nasty respirator mask and battle the mold. Now we have fans on everywhere and the house airing out.
Why do I tell you this? Because I totally lost my composure and pulled quite a bit. Pulling isn’t stress driven for everyone, but it is for many. It definitely is for me. All my anti-pulling tools went out the window along with the mildewy pieces of decorative trim from my shower.
So after a few days of doing pretty well, I had a “relapse.” But I was aware of it and consciously allowed myself to keep pulling because my brain was in freak out mode. It wasn’t the best choice, but I was able to stop myself after a bit. After cleaning for a while, I’m now calming down, hopefully finding something to eat and will do a little of that reading.
With some sort of hat on.
