Cursed

Yesterday was cursed. I swear it. No fiction involved.

I had a plumber at the house to install a fireplace connection. for our gas fireplace. That turned into a four hour ‘hunt for the gas leak’ event that included finding some crazy-assed brown squirrel stuck in one of the down spouts. He must have fallen off the rook and down the two story drain to get caught in the curve. Weird. If the plumber hadn’t been out there looking for the gas leak he would never have heard the noise and alerted me to the mini-monster in the pipes. Do you know how CRAZY a squirrel looks when you shake it out of a downspout? I have no idea how long he was there but MAN was he racing the moment his little feet hit the dirt. His tail was the size of basketball, it was so puffed out!

Between running around with the plumber and his assistant sniffing for gas from the attic to the cellar, I had to go get the youngest from school because of an earache. He’s had surgery on both ears to repair his eardrums so we have to be cautious about them. Then I get him medicated (we keep things on hand from the ENT) he tells me he has a test he can’t miss and insists on going back to school. I take him. He calls me right after the test. The pain is too much. I go get him.

The gas leak gets resolved — no leak it was burn off from restarting the furnaces and bleeding the new line. Then the favorite nephew calls to say he has a quarter of beef (he works at a commercial farm) for us but needs to know asap if we want it. But of course after I manage to get a hold of the dear husband at the office to verify he wants to invest in it and spend an hour rearranging the freezer to see if we have room for it, I can’t contact said nephew. He called later. He’s a good kid. We jokingly–or not so jokingly– refer to him as our oldest.

Then my teenager works himself into a hysterical fit because his girlfriend is breaking up with him. He’s the emotional artistic one. Drama, drama, drama. I had to be the ‘bad’ parent and refuse all his demands to go hunt her down like an escaped convict so he could scream at her. God, Teenagers! Of course, they made up later in the night so it was all for nothing.

The day sucked. I was so happy to go to sleep I could have cried with relief. The youngest is home from school today but feeling much better after a trip to the doctor for a check and numbing drops.
The teenager had two choices today –clean his room or face death. It’s quiet right now so I’m hoping to get some tof the writing I missed doing yesterday done today. I hope! Wish me luck!

Laura

Written by Laura Baumbach

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