This has been a week of things breaking. Well not
out and out breaking where you have to call the repair
man, but just a week where it feels like there is a small
burr under the saddle and everything is rubbing.
Saturday my husband needed to re-caulk the upstairs
shower, what I thought was just grab a tube of the stuff and
run a line around the shower and you are done. Well, it wasn't.
My husband ended up taking all of the glass and metal and everything
off and drying it and caulking it and then putting it all back together.
It took him hours, it was a mess and it was yukky. I couldn't
really help but after his last trip up the stairs I was starting
to get really worried about him.
The next day we went to do our grocery shopping.
Why is it when all you want is a nice basket that goes
straight, all of them have a broken kind of wheel and the
basket goes one direction and you go another? As we
filled the basket, the basket got more and more contrary,
so I kept pushing it with my hip to get it to go in the right
direction. Now I know where I got that bruise.
We got up to the checkout and the normally nice,
friendly checker wasn't. She threw groceries and was
just really grumpy, most of the time I can talk and
get them to laugh, but well I was grumpy too and didn't
feel like making her laugh. The box boy bagged the groceries
and balanced them way higher than the basket.
My husband started out to the parking lot trying to juggle
the groceries and man handle the cart. We get out to the
parking lot where there is a slight incline and the basket starts
to go down a different way from our car and my husband grabs
it to make it go the right way, which makes the case of bottled
water go flying out on the ground. I picked up the case of water
thinking I will just carry it to the car.
About that time a man whom we are blocking in the middle of
the road starts honking madly at my husband, and we both
look up and he is pointing at our bag of potatoes laying
in the middle of the street. My husband lets go
of the basket which starts tearing down the incline, while
the paper towels on the bottom goes flying too.
I have the water I am juggling trying to catch the runaway
basket and grab the paper towels and my husband is motioning
thank you to the people who have just leaned on the horn at us.
The lady in the passenger seat is sadly shaking her head at us like
which asylum have you escaped from today.
We walked to the car and began putting the groceries in the car,
I looked at my husband, and said, " You didn't see anyone filming us
did you?" He said no but all this week I was afraid of winding up on some
website called " Stupid shoppers or something.
Then today I needed to clean my coffee pot, I poured the water and turned
on the button. I left. I came back little bit later and it looked like all of
the water poured out the bottom. I grabbed some towels and cleaned it up.
I thought, maybe I broke it so I put more water in it and ran it like I was making
coffee. The cleaning part must have been full of water because water started
pouring out from the bottom and the side. I grabbed more towels put the coffee
pot over the sink and let it drain. I was soaking wet so I changed clothes. I put
them in the washing machine. Then thinking I did something wrong, I repeated
the process. I don't know if I had dumb pills this morning for breakfast but,
I tried the cleaning thing again with the same results, water poured out the bottom,
I grabbed towels, I got soaking wet, I changed clothes and put them in the washing machine.
Then poured water in again to see if I had broke it and had to put it over the sink to see
if it worked as water poured out. I ended up with two loads of wet towels.
So this has been my week. I have had sick kids and upstairs sounds like I am
running a tuberculosis ward. We are in round two of what ever it is that
they have had. No wonder I couldn't think of anything to write about.
On the bright side, it is Thursday. We have a nice lovely storm coming
in this weekend. With snow. I can't wait.
Not to mention the whole blog deal for two days,
I can't blame blogger, it was me.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!