All of my toilets started gushing water out onto the floors of my home at the same time. I stopped bailing when my two year old tripped over his ball and fell. He broke two bones in his left arm. I am exhausted and distraught. We just got home from the E.R. My husband drove up to help, but has spent the last twenty minutes yelling at me because the house is a disaster.
Will try to write tomorrow. Good night.
It's Finally Fall, Y'All
3 weeks ago
I am so sorry about the broken arm. How could your house not show the signs of a pregnant mom taking care of five kids while her stove and toilets shit out?
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid I would have rubbed my husbands nose in the seepage and told him to stop yelling and help.
Oh my God, you poor thing.
ReplyDeleteI would not have reacted well to anyone giving me a hard time about the condition of the house under even a fraction of your circumstances. In fact, I might have walked out and suggested someone else try going it along for a couple weeks while I recovered.
Good ideas these two ladies have. Further proof that husbands just don't get it. Even the ones that do, don't. Not really. They just think they do. Viv, you are a saint.
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