Our Memorial Day started out pretty crappy. Literally.
The mutt woke us up at his usual unholy hour of 6:30 to be let out. We have a little system down, Caleb gets up and lets him out and I run into the bathroom to use it before Caleb can. This morning however, Caleb shut the door and went back into the bathroom. I thought this was odd, since we'd stayed up late and couldn't imagine why he wouldn't be running back to bed. I got up to see what the deal was and found him kneeling on the bathroom floor in two inches of water. Two inches of toilet bowl water. Dirty, nasty, toilet bowl water. The previous night it had been clogged due to an altercation with Caleb, who was supposed to fix it before we went to bed, but didn't. For some reason our toilet runs for 5 seconds every 10 minutes, and I can't figure out why it does this, I've never heard of another toilet doing it, and don't know what the purpose is, or how to fix it. Anyway, this 5 second running added up all night long until we had two inches of nasty toilet water all over the bathroom. Thank heavens the floor is uneven and our wood floors escaped this tragedy. Anyway, we had to mop it all up, dry the floor, and then re-mop with cleaner. And by we I mean Caleb, who wouldn't let me participate other than to grab rags and such, and I didn't argue. I'm sort of a germaphob, and this sort of thing really gets to me. I made Caleb wash his legs after it was all cleaned up and then washed my own, just for good measure. Once cleaned up we collapsed into bed ready to fall back asleep.
A few minutes pass, and I start to get really comfy. Then we hear the garbage truck, the one that is supposed to come empty our garbage cans, the same garbage cans that were still in the back of our house. Caleb, ignoring my suggestion to put them out the night before, insisted they wouldn't be picking up this morning, would be by Tuesday instead. Despite the fact that every single person on our street had put their cans out. Caleb groaned, rolled out of bed again and muttered, "I hate being the husband...".
When he gets back inside we settle in and 10 minutes later his cell phone alarm goes off, once again jarring me from sleep land. He laughed and said, "Happy Memorial Day!", and we settled back in, for the third time, to sleep until well after 10.
All I have to say is thank heavens for grilled artichokes and Haagen-Dazs ice cream bars. Hope your Memorial Day started out better than ours, and ended as fabulous as ours.
Poo water sucks. I think its hilarious that you washed your legs too. Just for good measure, right?
Posted by: Heather | May 27, 2008 at 08:15 AM
Ew. I'm sorry. But yea for sleeping in!
Posted by: Liv | May 27, 2008 at 09:56 AM
I laughed when I read, "I hate being the husband!"
I think that about being the mom sometimes. Like when I have to clean up vomit. It's worse than taking out the garbage. Really, it is.
Posted by: Kelly | May 27, 2008 at 08:19 PM