This fantastic weather is making me want to get something accomplished so I decided to clean out the vehicles. The entire time I kept looking at the Christmas lights thinking those suckers need to come down. I'm tellin ya one thing, I don't do heights. Nate is in charge of the lights. But I couldn't handle it anymore. I figured my ocd could win over my fear of heights because they were driving me crazy. So out came the ladder. I tried to climb up it a couple of times with no success. So what do I do? Call for the 10 year old to get on the roof and get them down. He scurries up the ladder like he has done it 1000 times:
I can't be outdone by a kid so I muster all of my courage and head up the ladder again. I actually got a leg up on the roof. This is about three rungs higher than I can normally accomplish. I was feeling all proud until I tried to get my other leg on the roof....then I just got stuck. Seriously, I could not for the life of me move. I had nothing to hold onto to pull me up and I was afraid if I tried to go back down the ladder was going to fall out from under me. I panicked man. That in turn made the 10 year old jump into action and come and grab my hand. If I fell he was going down with me. So I started yelling for Grif. Grif has a speed that is slightly faster than a snail but alas, he came out of the house to see what all the commotion was about. I'm praying and screaming at the same time (it can be done) when I decide to calm down because I can't let this moment be forgotten. So I tell Grif to go grab the camera. I have decided to actually post the pic he took because Nate is always telling me I need to relax and not be so uptight all the time. This is a pretty big deal because there are 2 extremely embarrassing things about it. 1- my booty looks very large and in charge and 2- we look totally white trash because we had to rip out our bathtub/shower and haven't hauled it all to the dump yet so it is just sitting on our deck. (I do need to post pics of the new tub. I have to pole vault to get into it. Another post for another day.)
Anyway, here goes nothing:
Nice, right? I stayed like that for probably 10 minutes (with dilon holding my hand the whole time). I was debating on whether or not to have Grif call Nate and have him come help me. Instead I closed my eyes, threw my leg back down, and very carefully descended. I think I may have kissed the ground a time or two when I was finally down. Dilon just went back to work pulling the lights off like it was nothing. I am still shaking and this was like 2 hours ago. I almost cut my finger off when I was cutting the potatoes for dinner. Never again. If it was up to me our poor house would never have a Christmas light on it again.