I’m almost afraid to touch any of the computers.
By 7:30, I’d almost run over a kid and I’d accidentally injured the Short Kid and made him cry. The kid on the bike was crossing the road and came out from between two trucks. Never looked. Thank God for German braking engineering. If I’d been in the truck, I would have hit him. Scariest moment in a car yet.
Then, when we get home, Gizmo (the torti cat) tries to make a break for the Great Outdoors. In trying to block her with my feet without crossing the line into punting her back into the living room, I tried to pull the Short Kid up onto the stairs behind me so I could close the door. The end of the railing gouged his lower back, toward the left side. Very painful. We both cried, until I told him he could have chocolate Easter bunny for breakfast. We both felt better after, though his teacher…probably not so much.
Meanwhile, the water line to my fridge’s icemaker started popping off, spilling water all over the kitchen floor. When I came home from dropping a slightly bruised and hyperactive Short Kid off at school, it had happened again. Pissed now, I jammed that sucker in so hard it would never come back out. Uh-huh. It wouldn’t come out until I was on my hands and knees sopping up water and it built up enough pressure to really give that end of the room—including me, our shoes and our coatrack—a good dousing.
Time to call the husband who, while in the final stages of preparing for an electrical inspection, is thrilled to guide his wife through turning off the water line from forty-five minutes away. The water line being, of course, one of the dozens running through the back of the basement. You know that part of the basement. The dark part, with the cobwebs and the serial killer? Yeah, that part.
It can only get better from here, right? :hide:
I hate the basement. There’s creepy stuff in there. You were very brave to go there.
Now for the rest of the day you should sit in a chair and not move.
I’d take to my bed after the basement. Go back to bed and start over!
:hug: You ventured into the basement? Yeah I think you need a reboot or more chocolate or a stiff drink.
The dreaded basement?
I think I need some chocolate to get me through your ordeal. You should have some too. And some Doritos. Maybe some Duncan Donuts coffee drink thingee.
I hope your basement wasn’t like mine with dog poop on the floor.
Onoes! No wonder you were ready to duck and run and hide this morning after I spilled cyber coffee on you. It’s just that kind of day.
Glad you survived the basement ordeal. It’d have been worse if it were a crawl space *shudders* At least it’s too cold for the spiders to be out in full force, staring at you with their zillions of eyes.
I’m with Annmarie. Dorits for lunch. It’s okay.
I almost hit a kid on a skateboard once. It was a few years ago and it still gives me the chills. He didn’t look, came from a parking lot with a high brick wall…
Oh my. Not a good day. Tomorrow will be better…it kind of has to be, right? :gaah:
We seemed to have survived the rest of the day in one piece. The husband had to spend two hours sitting at VIP getting a tire on the work van changed. Cuddle time with the Short Kid led to my falling asleep with my neck kinked over until the husband came home and all three started making hungry noises. My head still feels crooked. Napping also does foul things to my temperament. That waking moment of disorientation destroys my mood.
But tomorrow’s going to be AWESOME! I don’t know why. I’ve just declared it to be so.
It’s tomorrow now. All better?
(I realized this morning I’d started reading your post yesterday, but got interrupted and never got back. Well, until today.)
And we don’t got a basement. Or an attic. Which might account for why our garage looks the way it does. :gaah:
Yesterday was much better. Hopefully today will also be quiet, as I has much writing to do.