To-Do List FAIL.
So, I got very little done on my list today- I DID get to Home Depot and the grocery store, thought it was 11:30 when I got home, and I DID do the power walk/jog I was supposed to do today. I also did the laundry for KidStuf, thought I haven't done the repairs yet.
It seems that last weekend when Anna and I were cleaning out my garage, and decided to shove the broken washing machine into the back corner where you can't see it until I can figure out how to get rid of it, we shoved it too far into the corner and it cracked the pipe that is laying oh-so-indiscreetly along the edge of the floor. It's the pipe that carries condensation from the AC unit out of the house. So, since I turned on my AC today, there was a small pond in the garage.
I cried the whole time I was mopping, drying the pipe and attempting to wrap it with plumber's tape (which is holding for now, until someone comes out here who knows what they are doing), moving the washer, dryer, and all the boxes atop of them out of the way and then back into place...
I really don't know how much more I can take of this place. Every step I take forward I take 2 steps back somewhere else. I finally get one, ONE person to actually come out here and help me and the fruits of our labor hopefully won't cost me the price of re-piping. I have a beautiful new bed out front that is the length and size of an average ranch house hallway, and it takes me 4 hours WEEKLY to weed it, one blade of onion grass at a time. Dad goes back and forth about if, when, and how long he can come down here, and honestly I go back and forth on him coming down here at all. I worry about being able to wrangle him if he comes down here and drinks. Which, of course he will do- he can't live without it now. But I need some freaking help from someone who knows what they are doing around a house. There are a million little things that I really need to do, but now I'm completely out of weekend time just trying to maintain the place, and I'm afraid at this point to tackle any new project on my own cause I always end up over my head because there is always a hidden catastrophe behind every "easy job". I'm tired. I'm spent. I'm done.
So, that was my day. I had good intentions after going to the store of making myself a decent, healthy meal, but by the time I was able to get out of the grocery store, I was nauseatingly hungry so I went to Taco Bell. I love Taco Bell. Now, I am just nauseous. Max is kicking me in his sleep- must really be time for bed!
It seems that last weekend when Anna and I were cleaning out my garage, and decided to shove the broken washing machine into the back corner where you can't see it until I can figure out how to get rid of it, we shoved it too far into the corner and it cracked the pipe that is laying oh-so-indiscreetly along the edge of the floor. It's the pipe that carries condensation from the AC unit out of the house. So, since I turned on my AC today, there was a small pond in the garage.
I cried the whole time I was mopping, drying the pipe and attempting to wrap it with plumber's tape (which is holding for now, until someone comes out here who knows what they are doing), moving the washer, dryer, and all the boxes atop of them out of the way and then back into place...
I really don't know how much more I can take of this place. Every step I take forward I take 2 steps back somewhere else. I finally get one, ONE person to actually come out here and help me and the fruits of our labor hopefully won't cost me the price of re-piping. I have a beautiful new bed out front that is the length and size of an average ranch house hallway, and it takes me 4 hours WEEKLY to weed it, one blade of onion grass at a time. Dad goes back and forth about if, when, and how long he can come down here, and honestly I go back and forth on him coming down here at all. I worry about being able to wrangle him if he comes down here and drinks. Which, of course he will do- he can't live without it now. But I need some freaking help from someone who knows what they are doing around a house. There are a million little things that I really need to do, but now I'm completely out of weekend time just trying to maintain the place, and I'm afraid at this point to tackle any new project on my own cause I always end up over my head because there is always a hidden catastrophe behind every "easy job". I'm tired. I'm spent. I'm done.
So, that was my day. I had good intentions after going to the store of making myself a decent, healthy meal, but by the time I was able to get out of the grocery store, I was nauseatingly hungry so I went to Taco Bell. I love Taco Bell. Now, I am just nauseous. Max is kicking me in his sleep- must really be time for bed!