The Little Lady slept in this morning.
Ahhhhhhhh, the bliss of ALSO getting to sleep in is wonderful. Pure heaven. . . the cartoon version of heaven where all the colors are soft, where cute little birdies fly above your head singing their songs, and where you lazily stretch as you awake — ready to start your perfect day. A beautiful, beautiful morning.
THEN, I stepped in a puddle of water.
A puddle of water in my hallway.
In case you were wondering, NO, water should NOT be there. Especially in puddle-form.
Well, crap!
I looked into the hall bathroom, expecting to see that Hubby had left water running. No such luck. With a feeling of dread, I looked up. What should my wondering eyes see? A great big water droplet streaming toward my face. Since it was morning, I didn’t have all of my faculties at full-functioning capacity. So, yes — the water hit my face.
After clearing the water out of my bleary eyes, I realized that there were MANY such droplets skimming the surface of our attic ladder. One by one, as their weight increased, they dropped to the puddle on the floor.
Well, CRAP!
There’s a water leak in my attic — I have a baby awake, now screaming in her crib since I’ve not gotten her out — AND the attic ladder is broken, thanks to our April visit from Dish Network (who, by the way, has been promising for MONTHS to send someone out to fix it; none of their contractors ever show up as scheduled . . . but that’s a whole other rant).
I pull on the ladder string and out pops our broken ladder, sending a mini-deluge of water down on my head. (this just keeps getting better and better) Expecting to be electrocuted, I turned on the attic light and instantly saw a fine mist raining down. As I craned my neck, straining to see into the recesses above me, I could see the water was originating from the top of our hot water tank.
SERIOUSLY????? What kind of crap morning is this????
After a frantic call to Hubby, a semi-frantic call to our plumbing company, and FINALLY getting the Little Lady out of bed, I had a cup of coffee and contemplated the start of my December. My last December before turning 30.
Is this craptastic morning supposed to be an analogy for something?
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On a side note, I have a cute Elf Name!!! Thanks, Jen, for the fun link!
Your Elf Name Is… |
 Sassy Stocking Stuffer |
