Unplanned. Unexpected. Unwanted.
There are a lot of things I could say about those words; those conditions. They fit any number of scenarios past and present; and probably future as well.
But today's telling has to do with an upstairs wash machine run amock.
The day was pleasant enough, and promising. We'd already enjoyed family while attending our grandson's football game; and were now preparing to head out again to celebrate that same grandson's birthday. But there was just enough time to toss in a load of laundry, and then run to the grocery store ahead of leaving.
So far, so good.
When I returned from the grocery store I thought it odd to hear what sounded like the vacuum running upstairs. "Odd", because I'd never known hubby to vacuum at his leisure before. Come to think of it, I'd never know hubby to vacuum!
I went to check it out when, low-and-behold, he had our carpet shampoer (with a powerful retrieval vacuum of it's own) sopping up a vast sea of water.
Apparently the wash machine decided to bilge it's contents through BOTH the wash and the rinse cycles onto the floor instead of the drain.
I'll spare you the details of the drama (it's not over YET), but suffice it to say that it was not at all what we'd planned, or expected, or (much less) wanted.
But it's what we got.
Some days are like that.