Out with the old, in with the new

It's been a long week. It actually started last weekend and it hasn't stopped yet.

Last weekend we noticed that our water heater was leaking. Not only did we have to clean up the water that was coming from it, but we also had to clean out the basement and the storage room garage. 4-45 gallon trash bags and 3 huge piles of cardboard later, we finally had room to get the old water heater out and a new one in. I'm sure there was a reason why we had all that crap in the first place, but what the fuck? Why did we wait this long to go through it all?!?

Tuesday was the big day! Our landlord was sending out his guy with our present. Of course 2 hours into his work he realized that the ignitor was busted. Figures! Water heaters and this house don't mix. I guess we forgot to pass that message along! Eventually all was fixed. Tuesday night I had the most awesome shower. Ever!


Wednesday I had to take my boy in for his yearly check-up. I don't feel like going into in at the moment, but if you want to read my thoughts on how shitty that experience was, go here. I also had to take my boy for blood work to check for allergies. I do not like needles or blood. Good thing one of us was calm about the whole thing. The 5 year old!


Thursday the landlord was supposed to send his guy out to fix something else, but he never showed. It's not an immediate emergency and quite frankly, I don't feel like calling again. It can wait a bit!


Today... well, I still have to figure it out. At some point I have to take the kids to the library. I also have a shit load of other stuff that needs done around the house. Some of these things I have a deadline for, too. I hate deadlines! Hopefully I can relax at the pool after dinner and forget about my to-do list. I hate those, too!


Wait. The pool is going to be filled with a bunch of screaming midgets. So much for relaxing.


I guess I'll have to wait until Saturday when my sister from another mister and I are going to see one of the best bands ever! The Clarks!

Maybe I can convince her to hit the bar up afterwards. Although the drive isn't exactly short. My bed might actually look better than a bar at that point!