Of course I brought the baby. I only double and triple check to make sure she's buckled in like Rain Man trying to find out who's on first.
Is that normal?
It's also probably not normal to allow your water bill to sit on your desk (in front of your face) for TWO weeks. But let me back up to 9:46 am yesterday because I'm feeling chatty.
It was 9:46 am.
I was washing dishes chatting away with my little sister on the phone. All of the sudden the water stopped running. The first thing I do? jiggle the handle. After that genius idea fails, I wiped the suds from my hands on a dish towel. At first thought I blamed the crappy rent house. It's old and to be honest a water leak just seems like something that's bound to happen (again). So being the awesome homemaker I am I kick in to "inspector mode" trying the faucet in the bathroom.
Not a drop.
I turn around and lift the lid to the washing machine. There's water in it. Sweet. Then just as I start to walk away I hear it start to drain. I decide on a lunch beer and then stand there tapping my toe patiently wait for it to fill back up. Only it's never does. I shut it off and decide to call the water company.
I walked the payment down yesterday. Double damn-it.
I thought I was supermom. I handled all sort of business: goodwill (we all have our priorities), grocery shopping, laundry and more laundry. Playing with our adorable 5 month old the entire time. Then prior to starting dinner I noticed the water bill (still) sitting there, the weather was nice, so I loaded Chloe in her stroller / car-seat and we walked the few blocks to downtown and handed it in - IN PERSON. I spoke with the nice old lady, even mentioned that it was late feeling like a douche canoe the entire time.
Then 9:46 am happens and slaps me in my face.
So I call (praying in my head the entire time it's just weird pipes and my gut is wrong). Of course, I'm right - go figure. Although, in this case being right is anything but a victory. With my water shut off they had me, how shall I put this?
Bent over the barrel, without water to flush the pot I piss in.
Perfect, maybe should write hallmark cards? Oh and did I mention the side of sarcasm that comes from the lady who hates her job when you call to ask about it?
I just hope she doesn't blame me for telling her that I have diarrhea and the house smells like poop without water. I also asked why they didn't knock on the door, apparently thinks like that only happen in Mayberry. I figure if she's going to make me feel bad on top of the current experience of feeling like a hurricane victim, I'll at least make her uncomfortable. Thankfully I have a few years to work on my model parenting skills.
We (I use that term lightly seeing as how my income is peanuts) had to pay a $35 re-connect fee, plus a $5 they are assholes fee. And now, I wait. Reconnects start AFTER 1.
So I'll be the girl in her pajama's for most of the day, I changed out of last nights undies, but didn't see the point of getting dressed if I couldn't shower since I feel like a hobo and probably smell like one. Rawr.