The Day of UGH!
Jan. 25th, 2010 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texchanIt stormed all night last night, with odd lightning that made my ceiling fan click on and off. So, I had to go without the fan, which made it hot in our bedroom. I was watching HGTV and surfing their website right before bed (I swear, that channel is like cable-viewing crack!), so I had really strange HGTV-inspired dreams. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well and woke up this morning a little disappointed to find that a team of designers had not come through during the night to redesign my house for me.
Had to do tutoring today, which, honestly, I don't enjoy all that much. It went OK, although there was a surreal sort of moment when the kid I tutor told me something that made me a bit uncomfortable and a little worried about her home situation. Now, I have to decide what additional steps I should take.
After tutoring, I had to hit the grocery store. Which I hate, with a passion. My shopping experience was helped considerably, though, by a phone call from a friend. At least I got to have a pleasant chat while braving the grocery store aisles! After that, though, I had to go home, haul everything upstairs (b/c my kitchen is on the second floor), and put it all away. Which I hate even more than the actual shopping.
I had just enough time to make lunch and eat it before I had to pick the kiddo up from Chinese class. On the way to get her, I noticed my tire making a weird sort of whump-whump noise. At first, I thought: "Oh, shit. My tire is flat." But I stopped at the school and looked at all the tires. No flats. Weird. Picked up the kiddo and headed home. I could still hear the whump-whump noise, but it wasn't as loud. Got home, parked, and took another look at the tire, only to find ... a freaking roofing nail stuck down in there. Luckily, it was jammed far enough down that the tire wasn't really leaking, but definitely not something I can let go for any length of time. I call the dealership, but they want $50 to fix it. Hubby felt this was way too much (and so did my Dad, incidentally), so he said he would call around for a better price and take care of it tomorrow morning. I figure: "OK", call it handled, and head off to make dinner.
Like a MORON, I decide to make Shepherd's Pie for dinner tonight. It's actually my first time making it, so a brand new recipe ... brand new cooking experience ... all that crap. zOMG! It took ... FREAKING FOREVER. I actually chopped everything (celery, carrots, onion, potatoes) ahead of time. Even with that, though, it took me an hour to make the pie. I had to boil the potatoes ... then make the boiled potatoes into mashed potatoes. Then I had to make the filling in a separate skillet. Then I had to put it all together. By this point, I'm sooo ready to be done, but I still have to bake it for at least 30 minutes! Plus, I had, literally, a kitchen FULL of dirty stuff I had to wash. (By hand, of course, since I hadn't yet emptied out the dishwasher. Most of my pots and skillets can't go in there, anyhow.)
After finishing the dishes, I had to give kiddo her bath. By this time, it's almost 8 PM, and hubby still isn't home from work. I figure, maybe, I can get her bath started, at least, and then sit down for dinner with him. So, I head up to start the bath.
In the meantime, hubby comes home. And it turns out that he didn't get a chance to call anyone about the tire. He calls our local NTB and finds out they are open until 9 (it's 8:30 at this point), and they can fix the tire right away if he can get there within the next 5 or 10 minutes. So, he heads out to get the tire fixed. (Of course, he doesn't have time to stop and eat any dinner, poor guy. And poor me, too -- after working on it for all that time. >.O)
He calls on the way there and tells me I should go ahead and eat without him, which I do. And I tell the kiddo she has time to watch one Backyardigans on TV before she goes to bed. So, I head downstairs to eat my dinner with Backyardigans playing. Oh joy. -.-"
After I finish eating, I decide I will help hubby out by taking a water jug upstairs so that he can change it out on our water cooler. We keep the extra jugs in the storage closet next to our AC and water heater. I open that closet, only to find ... water! Pouring out of this pipe on the side of the water heater and onto the floor! I mean, seriously ... GOOD FREAKING GRIEF!!! At this point, I almost want to close the door and pretend I never saw it, but I do the responsible thing. Yep. I call my dad. (Because hubby was unavailable and, apparently, I can't take care of myself. *failz*) But I don't know anything about water heaters. I mean, I guess I could figure it out easily enough, but the whole thing about how they have a tendency to explode is kind of off-putting to me. So, I explain the situation to my dad, and he tells me the release valve is probably broken. The pipe where the water is draining from should actually flow into a drain either to the outside of our house or to the drain that's on the floor of that storage closet. But ... no. When they built this house, they just left that pipe hanging there, open. Niiiice.
So hubby comes home from getting the tire fixed (keep in mind he hasn't even had dinner yet!), and my dad walks him through how to shut off the cold water feed into the heater, how to shut off the gas, and how to check the pilot light, and all that. But he tells him to go get a bucket to put under the leak, then open the release valve ... let it run a bit, then close it again to see if that stops the water from flowing out. So, "we" (because I'm hanging around in the background, holding the phone and hoping the water heater doesn't explode -- why, yes, I was extremely useful, why do you ask? =P) do that. The water slows down, but it doesn't stop completely. Which means a phone call to get our lovely plumbers to come out tomorrow to fix the valve.
In the meantime, my dad said we should just shut off the water going into the heater. Meaning we would have no hot water. I felt totally incapable of facing the evening without a hot shower ... and said so in a rather whiny voice, so he said: "Well, if it's not leaking a lot, you could always just stick the bucket under there and just check it before you go to bed."
And that's what we did.
So now, I'm thinking to myself: "Day ... you'd better be over, because I am so done with you." *grumbles*
Had to do tutoring today, which, honestly, I don't enjoy all that much. It went OK, although there was a surreal sort of moment when the kid I tutor told me something that made me a bit uncomfortable and a little worried about her home situation. Now, I have to decide what additional steps I should take.
After tutoring, I had to hit the grocery store. Which I hate, with a passion. My shopping experience was helped considerably, though, by a phone call from a friend. At least I got to have a pleasant chat while braving the grocery store aisles! After that, though, I had to go home, haul everything upstairs (b/c my kitchen is on the second floor), and put it all away. Which I hate even more than the actual shopping.
I had just enough time to make lunch and eat it before I had to pick the kiddo up from Chinese class. On the way to get her, I noticed my tire making a weird sort of whump-whump noise. At first, I thought: "Oh, shit. My tire is flat." But I stopped at the school and looked at all the tires. No flats. Weird. Picked up the kiddo and headed home. I could still hear the whump-whump noise, but it wasn't as loud. Got home, parked, and took another look at the tire, only to find ... a freaking roofing nail stuck down in there. Luckily, it was jammed far enough down that the tire wasn't really leaking, but definitely not something I can let go for any length of time. I call the dealership, but they want $50 to fix it. Hubby felt this was way too much (and so did my Dad, incidentally), so he said he would call around for a better price and take care of it tomorrow morning. I figure: "OK", call it handled, and head off to make dinner.
Like a MORON, I decide to make Shepherd's Pie for dinner tonight. It's actually my first time making it, so a brand new recipe ... brand new cooking experience ... all that crap. zOMG! It took ... FREAKING FOREVER. I actually chopped everything (celery, carrots, onion, potatoes) ahead of time. Even with that, though, it took me an hour to make the pie. I had to boil the potatoes ... then make the boiled potatoes into mashed potatoes. Then I had to make the filling in a separate skillet. Then I had to put it all together. By this point, I'm sooo ready to be done, but I still have to bake it for at least 30 minutes! Plus, I had, literally, a kitchen FULL of dirty stuff I had to wash. (By hand, of course, since I hadn't yet emptied out the dishwasher. Most of my pots and skillets can't go in there, anyhow.)
After finishing the dishes, I had to give kiddo her bath. By this time, it's almost 8 PM, and hubby still isn't home from work. I figure, maybe, I can get her bath started, at least, and then sit down for dinner with him. So, I head up to start the bath.
In the meantime, hubby comes home. And it turns out that he didn't get a chance to call anyone about the tire. He calls our local NTB and finds out they are open until 9 (it's 8:30 at this point), and they can fix the tire right away if he can get there within the next 5 or 10 minutes. So, he heads out to get the tire fixed. (Of course, he doesn't have time to stop and eat any dinner, poor guy. And poor me, too -- after working on it for all that time. >.O)
He calls on the way there and tells me I should go ahead and eat without him, which I do. And I tell the kiddo she has time to watch one Backyardigans on TV before she goes to bed. So, I head downstairs to eat my dinner with Backyardigans playing. Oh joy. -.-"
After I finish eating, I decide I will help hubby out by taking a water jug upstairs so that he can change it out on our water cooler. We keep the extra jugs in the storage closet next to our AC and water heater. I open that closet, only to find ... water! Pouring out of this pipe on the side of the water heater and onto the floor! I mean, seriously ... GOOD FREAKING GRIEF!!! At this point, I almost want to close the door and pretend I never saw it, but I do the responsible thing. Yep. I call my dad. (Because hubby was unavailable and, apparently, I can't take care of myself. *failz*) But I don't know anything about water heaters. I mean, I guess I could figure it out easily enough, but the whole thing about how they have a tendency to explode is kind of off-putting to me. So, I explain the situation to my dad, and he tells me the release valve is probably broken. The pipe where the water is draining from should actually flow into a drain either to the outside of our house or to the drain that's on the floor of that storage closet. But ... no. When they built this house, they just left that pipe hanging there, open. Niiiice.
So hubby comes home from getting the tire fixed (keep in mind he hasn't even had dinner yet!), and my dad walks him through how to shut off the cold water feed into the heater, how to shut off the gas, and how to check the pilot light, and all that. But he tells him to go get a bucket to put under the leak, then open the release valve ... let it run a bit, then close it again to see if that stops the water from flowing out. So, "we" (because I'm hanging around in the background, holding the phone and hoping the water heater doesn't explode -- why, yes, I was extremely useful, why do you ask? =P) do that. The water slows down, but it doesn't stop completely. Which means a phone call to get our lovely plumbers to come out tomorrow to fix the valve.
In the meantime, my dad said we should just shut off the water going into the heater. Meaning we would have no hot water. I felt totally incapable of facing the evening without a hot shower ... and said so in a rather whiny voice, so he said: "Well, if it's not leaking a lot, you could always just stick the bucket under there and just check it before you go to bed."
And that's what we did.
So now, I'm thinking to myself: "Day ... you'd better be over, because I am so done with you." *grumbles*