Yesterday was the opposite of fun, and misery loves company so here goes:
My brother and his wife who live upstairs had a leak somewhere that was creating puddles in the cellar, and because they work odd hours my mother was coming to meet their plumber around nap time. Because the boys had been crazy all morning I was looking forward to a quiet visit with mum until the plumber showed up.
The boys didn't go to sleep and the problem ended up being the pipe that runs from their house through my kitchen. Long story short, he had to open up my kitchen wall.
And bathroom ceiling.
And the house is close to a hundred years old so you can imagine the yuck he pulled out.
My brother is still without water, my house is covered in displaced junk, and ancient dust, the boys are crazy again today, and yes, I'm whining.
And does anyone know why I used to get comment emails with real addresses attached so I could respond and now I just get those no-reply emails?
I'll be pleasant tomorrow. Promise.