As I write this I have ten sixteen and seventeen year old boys downstairs celebrating Sasquatch's birthday. There are televisions set up with video games and my dining room table is surrounded by Magic players. If I had a dollar for every bag of chips and containers of french onion dip scattered through my kitchen, I could retire.
The lingering smell of the "sewage leak" in my basement is much diminished, partly due to my spending one of the more unpleasant hours of my life dealing with it. I'll write more about this when I'm strong enough, but in the meantime here are the two most relevant facts about this very unexpected surprise.
#1. I may not have cried at work once during my entire separation/divorce, but I sure did today.
#2. I nominate our friend Kevin as Man of the Year. And on his much deserved award will be engraved the words that melted my heart today..."I'll take care of it". Or "I'll be right there". Take your choice. Nirvana. I don't care how independent or self-sufficient you are, a man who can take care of business - out of the goodness of his heart no less - is worth his weight in platinum. Nominations are closed. We have a winner.
And this was Day One of three at work. It's a good thing I bought beer yesterday.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
may you lead an interesting life...
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Glad you got the 'sewage' taken care of. You deserve a box of See's for that one. Any requests?
We had a sewage problem last fall. No fun. I think you are particularly brave to have that many teenage boys under one roof when you have to get up and go to work in the morning. Good luck!
I don't know which I'd prefer to have... a sewage leak or ten 17 year olds in the house.
Mmmhhhhh......
You're a glutton for punishment with that many teenage boys, how do you keep them all in line, or don't you? Just toss food at them, aye? Make sure they don't sneak beers.
You're allowed... to cry.
You have more "strength" than most of us, but tears are a woman's way to "lube the chassis" so to speak.
(Just hearing about the leak and the chip dippers exhausts me)
Sewage...that is bad. Kevin sounds like an absolute hero. A guy who can 'take care of shit' - it's what we girls dream of! Courage, sweetie.
Mya x
Kevin is a hero. He goes into the chick lit ending. Definitely.
And I might even prefer sewage to ten 16 or 17 year olds!
Hope you get out alive. (I won't hope for unscathed because there is absolutely NO WAY you will get out of 10+ teenagers in the house unscathed unless you have a miracle.)
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As the yin to Kevin's yan, trust me, I know how very, very lucky I am. And grateful. You know, he felt bad because he couldn't do more to help? This is why I love him.
Hold on sweetie, and call anytime ou need anything... me OR Kevin. He can fix things, but I'm a good shoulder for a cry.
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