Okay y'all, its rant time. Its been a really rough morning!
I would like to start out by saying that I just gave my son a few bites of brownie and I'm probably going to regret that later.
So I wake up this morning to all the alarms screaming at me and my head is POUNDING! My husband gets up and goes downstairs, I stayed in bed because my son was still sleeping. My husband walks back up and say the power is out. I was like 'uhhh, no? The alarm is still on.' So it was the power in the living room and bathroom. (our house is a weird design and its old. We have a breaker box AND a glass fuse box. Makes no sense.) The power goes off because there is screw loose on the case of the glass fuses.
We have antique french doors that go from our living room to the front room/entry way. They have 15 panes of glass in each door and glass door knobs. I love them. But my husband doesn't know how to walk through the door like a human being without slamming the crap out of the doors. Only one of them opens, the other one is locked shut all the time, because we don't need them both to open to get out, ya know?! haha. So he slams the opening one to the non-functioning door and it rattles and shakes the house. And NOW it shakes the fuse box screw loose and turns the power off.
So thats what happened. He slammed the door last night with the light off and the tv off and it cut the power off without him realizing it. So no power this morning.
So I have to come down to solve the mystery of the lack of electricity in half my house. I walk into my kitchen and one of my cats had peed in my floor, under the island. Then someone else pooped in front of Ellie's cage and then IN Ellie's big litter box in the corner. WTF? I just stood there, I was in shock that they all did something bad! I hate them all. So my son wakes up and I go change him. After I changed him, I asked my husband why I have to deal with so much piss and sh*t before I even have a cup of coffee, and he said 'because you're a mom.' Then he walked out to start his car and SLAMMED the french doors the power went out again! I damn near screamed. I got the power back on, then started to clean the floor. My husband came in after tightening the screw on the fuse box and told me bye, he said he hoped I had a better day, as I'm cleaning up cat piss. I told him if he didn't leave the house I was going to kill him, as he walked out of the kitchen, I yelled at him NOT to slam the door! He didn't.
So I'm not usually one to nag at him, thats why I have my friend and my mom and you guys, but I told him like last week that he HAD to stop slamming the door. It makes me nuts, like its grading on my nerves. I can't take another door slam, its slowing taking moments off my life. I know that sounds a little dramatic, but I can't take anymore! I tried to tell him as nicely as I could to stop slamming it and he didn't listen, because he doesn't think that he slams the door at all! He doesn't hear the loud BANG, RATTLE, SHAKE THE HOUSE that it makes. AAAAHHHHHHHHH!
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The whole time I'm cleaning my floor, Ellie was pulling on the bars of her cage because she wanted out. I told her to stop and I would let her out in a few, when I was done and when the floor was dry. So I gave her some pellets, that shut her up! hahah.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch at like 9:40 and my husband woke me up at like 10 to go to bed. So I went into the kitchen and sat in the floor with Ellie to get her in her cage. I sat there and stared of into space because I was in a sort of coma. She jumped in her cage and started to eat, so I closed the door on her. She wasn't too happy. I got up and I was thinking that I wasn't sure if I had fed her her second feeding of the day. So I fed her again. hahaha. Thank god she's a baby, because she either got 1/2 or 3/4 cup of pellets. I think that maybe I need to feed her more pellets anyway, so its okay. She was almost out of pellets this morning too, so she's a hungry baby!
Last thing, I put in a load of wash. I was trying to turn a sock right side out and I got my wedding ring stuck on the sock and it pulled it off INTO the washer! Thankfully my ring landed on a pair of shorts that weren't near the water. Its a little big on me. My fingers go between sizes based on what I eat, so my fingers go between a size 6.5-7. My ring is a 7. My fingers this morning are a 6.5, lol. I was so scared I was going to loose my ring!
I'm done now and I feel better. Thanks for listening! Happy Friday!
