Have you ever done something that you knew, even before you started, that it was going to make you look like an idiot, but you went ahead and did it anyway? I do it all the time, but I think I’ve really taken the cake this time.

I hate waiting for people. I have absolutely no patience when it comes to waiting. I get really antsy and will often just go ahead and do what I was going to do by myself. And once I get an idea in my head, that’s it, I must act on it.

I’ve talked before about the non-stop renovations and “projects” that happen in my 102-year old home. We’ve been working on the basement off and on for several months and I really want to get it done before winter. I went downstairs and started clearing away some of the construction mess and arranging the rugs and furniture in one area. I sold the tv that was down there and wanted to move the one from my bedroom. That went off without a hitch.

Here’s is where I get stupid. There was a very large dresser upstairs that I wanted moved to the basement for quite some time. The stairs in our house are narrow and it is difficult to move furniture up and down. I got tired of waiting for my husband to help me and decided that I could move it myself. I took all the drawers out and got it fairly easily down the first flight of stairs. The stairs leading to the basement are EXTREMELY narrow, but I thought I had it all figured out.

I got down to the landing and started to try to turn the dresser to go down the rest of the stairs. I knew some manoeuvring would be required and was doing quite well. Suddenly, oh no, it’s not moving any more. I am stuck. The dresser got wedged and I couldn’t budge it an inch. I tried for a few minutes and then decided that I would go do some work until my husband got home. That was fine, but after about an hour, I needed to pee. We have no bathroom in the basement.

I kept on working, hoping the feeling would go way (yeah, right), then about a half hour later I realized that I could boot up the computer in the basement and email my guy on his Blackberry! Brilliant! I sent the email, making sure I stressed that this was not a joke. I could hear him trying to text me on my phone, but couldn’t get to the phone. I had to email him again, reminding him I couldn’t answer my phone since I was trapped in the basement.

When he got home about twenty minutes later, I could see how much of an idiot I was by the look on his face. The one that expresses all the suffering I put him through with my need for independence and the desire to prove that I can do whatever I damn well please. The look that says “did you honestly think you were going to pull this one off, Wile E. Coyote”? Boy, did I feel stupid. We had to use a hammer to break apart the dresser so that I could finally get out of the basement. The crappy dresser I’ve been dragging around for a couple of decades is no more.

And now I have to walk around like a dog with my tail between my legs for being so stupid when I really knew better. Good thing my husband has a good sense of humour. I am never going to live this one down.