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: