In which your humble narrator smacks his head literally and figuratively.
We got a larger than expected tax refund this year due to the birth of Child #2 and some withholding irregularities on the part of Wife-a-roo's employer. The general plan was 1/3 to savings, 1/3 to home improvement and 1/3 to debt reduction. The water heater was high on the list. In fact I was going to call our plumber on tomorrow to schedule a replacement. But that would have been too easy. The bottom fell out of the old water heater Friday morning, flooding the basement with hot water, a half of an hour after Wife-a-roo left for work. Sister-of-Me came over to watch the children while I mopped up and got ready for the plumber to come in the afternoon. (Mercifully they squeezed us in on the same day.)
I managed to crack my head pretty hard under the stairs while cleaning up the soaked boxes that I had foolishly left in the path of the river from water heater to the floor drain. We've now spent half of the tax refund on a new water heater, a new kitchen drain, and super clean sewer lines. Every time I go into the basement the furnace creaks and wheezes as if to say, "I'm the last mechanical system standing, buddy. I'm going to wait for the inevitable cold snap in March and then die! Haw-haw!"
Also the children have given me another cold. And I think Child #2 is teething (a process that she likes to ensure takes at least 2 weeks). And my permanent retainer on my lower teeth broke, and the orthodontist doesn't have any available appointments for a month.
On the plus side, it's getting brighter, the garage door lock is unfrozen and my children are beautiful, even if they do spend a lot of time trying to improvise new ways to make me pay for unknown sins in a previous life.*
Maybe I'll spend the rest of the day reading the book of Job and try to be grateful that I'm not covered in boils surrounded by my dead livestock.
*I don't really believe in reincarnation. If I did I would be forced to conclude that in order to merit the constant annoyances of my life that I was was some sort of nun-beating Jerry Lewis type person in my last incarnation.
It could be worse- you could have my taste in movies!
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