Oh, you missed that post? Because I didn't.
I didn't post it, I did email it to the Hubby though:
I think I've been a pretty good sport about this, but today I'm done.
Last night the hot water in the kitchen sink wouldn't turn off. drip drip drip-- enough to fill a four-cup measuring cup in less than 15 minutes. hot water. so I looked under the sink to find a shut off valve-- however, only the cold water has one and that's dripping. I called (landlord) who called a plumber and the plumber said he'd come "either in the morning or the afternoon". Well that narrowed it down. I have hot water dripping (do I need to tell you this morning I had another cold shower and watching hot water go unused down the drain makes me sad?)
I have no milk because the milk man doesn't come until 9.30 or 10 (and the kids have been too sick for me to go buy any), I have throw up in my laundry room on pillows and blankets and towels. Now, I can't go out to get milk since I don't know when the plumber is coming. (None of that went together, but I'm not going for awards today).
So, I checked the under-sink water pitcher (since I'm dumping that every few hours as well) and discover that the hose to the side of the little sink (you know, the little hole meant to prevent overflow) has come undone (completely detached due to...moisture?) and so my full pitcher that had water dripping and splashing in it from midnight to 7 splashed into that overflow hole and everything on THAT side of the under-cabinet is soaked. You know-- dish tablets, trash bags and cleaning supplies.
UNCLE.
There, I've said it. Really. I'm done.
(you'll probably be glad to know that the Hubby is in an area where email and phones are not in abundance so America is still safe since he can't get a daily dose of my whining)
The plumber came and couldn't repair it. It's dripping dripping dripping. I'm ok with that, it's not like I have a problem wasting the Earth's resources.
Miss Ky did a projectile hurl across the foyer I had just vacuumed (tmi?). We looked like a keystone cops movie-- everyone running in circles, but no one knowing where the bucket was.
I cried. and cursed. and prayed for a meteor to drop down on my house... sound familiar? Yeah, this is how I enjoyed last January too, I think.
And for you kind people concerned about my current housing dilemma: I am in limbo until the court date which takes place in a couple of weeks. You know I will keep you posted (run now).
3 Questions:
- How come real life plumbers don't look anything like Mike Delfino?
- Where can I get a new 2 year-old? Mine seems to be broken.
- Have you pre-ordered your Twilight DVD yet?
Good. God.
ReplyDeleteawww, that sounds like a lot to deal with. If plumbers looked like Mike Delfino they would be too busy from all of the housewives pulling out the hoses on purpose for them to come back. I'm just sayin...
ReplyDeleteOnce you accept your two year old on the day they are born there is no exchanging or returns. I have tried to no avail. Now mine is three and getting even more like a two year old. How is that possible?
J, thank you so much for the comfort that I am not the only one with cluster f#*! moments. That was a fantastic email too...my boyfriend would get frustrated after the first paragraph:) And re: the broken two year old? It seriously does get better when they are old enough to get to the toilet before woofing everywhere! Good luck and hang in there!
ReplyDeleteOh. My. Word.
ReplyDeleteWoman. Just ditch the kids and go out on a drinking bender. You need it! ;)
Hang in there!
FuDgE. Just fudge. Answers 1. Cause they invented the butt crack 2. Babies R Us, I'd think 3. Not yet - but totally gonna.
ReplyDeleteHEY - just saw you already have your New Moon widget. You funny lady!
I'll trade you a teenager for a two year old. That's fair, right? Two teenagers for a two year old?
ReplyDeleteHaha this was funny! although I guess it wasn't funny for you at the time..
ReplyDeleteI loved the 3 questions at the end!
I always said I wanted to have children, having my doubts now... maybe dogs are easier!
All the best,
Donnie
I once had a big teddy bear named Door Mat. I'm not even almost ashamed to say I beat that poor bag of stuffing within an inch of *poof*! Let it out my friend. Put your (superhero) cape in the wash and do something ridiculously frivolous for yourself tonight. Or, you know, strangle the closest stuffed animal in the house, whatever helps.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Carolynn
Durnit! Can you take any more? OK, I didn't just ask that.
ReplyDeleteYuck I'm sorry all of that is happening! sounds AWFUL! And no I have not pre-ordered it! I need to get on that!
ReplyDeleteGood God! Okay, I take back everything I said before. Apparently, God has not been made aware of your circumstances, which is why this stuff continues. As we speak, I'm sending letters of prayer straight to Him.
ReplyDeleteThis latest bout with illness might well be titled "The Vomit Chronicles... How I Survived". Sounds like a book new moms would definitely buy, lol.
Ugg - hope things start looking up soon!
ReplyDeleteMy 2 year old is broken today too. I had to laugh at that one.
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Girl!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
There coming to take you away to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I can be so ahppy with the men in their little while coats,haha he hee, they're coming to take me away.
ReplyDeleteOn a more serious note, o milk while barfing, ya'll need to be on clear liquids only, which means if you can see through it you can have it. Jellow ginger ale apple juice (diluted) after a couple days of clears only you can add plain balnad stuff like rice, potatoes, pudding, very simple and plain plain plain!
I feel fer ya girlie this is mighty nasty! Better tell em you ain't bein responsible for the bills for this.
Uh, I don't know the answer to your first two questions, but the answer to question #3 is "why yes, of course... I pre-ordered it the very day it became available for pre-order".
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping you get a big BREAK soon!
Sending extra prayers your way tonight. I'm so sorry all the crap is happening right now, and not when hubby gets back.
ReplyDeleteThat's just wrong, the flu, the drip, you're alone, all of it. Hope you are all feeling tons better.
ReplyDeleteAww mate, I hope things improve I really do.
ReplyDeleteI hope this little award cheers you up just slightly. http://tawny75.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisterhood-award.html
You can pre-order twilight???
ReplyDeleteI have those "mad" moments far tooo often!! Not because of what you are being dealt...just my freakin brain...giggle (not what you are going through).
Oh, how I wish to help....hugs...
Jeri, I am behind in reading here and trying to catch up. Are you sure your name isn't Job instead of Jeri? My heart is with you. I wish there was some way I could help. Sending up prayers that your days are going to get better soon. Really I am, with a please and sugar on top.
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