*WARNING: Vent in progress*
Damn...I am sooo used to dating guys that have a clue at how to do things aroudn the house that I sometimes forget my hubby hasn't GOT a clue. F*CK!
So this morning...I can't get the water is the shower to turn off. Grrreat!
The tub isn't draining very well, so it's filling up. I knew the knob must've been stripped, so I took it off and tried to used some pliers on it. Nothing.
The tub is about half full and I can't go to work with it running or it will overflow, so I...being a brilliant thinker at this time of the morning...call my hubby at work to ask him if he has a clue as to how to turn the water off...forgetting he would be the last effin' person in the world to know how.
He yells at me that he's at work and can't deal with this right now. Well fine then!
So I start emptying water out of the tub with my big dutch oven. And I put my HUGE stock pot that I have...thank you Becky!...in there to let it fill up. The shower has one of those long hoses...hehehe...so it can just lay in the pot and I can just empty it when it gets full.
Water level under control. Go me.
Finally, my father-in-law calls. Someone with a lick of sense when it comes to household repair! He's talking me through some things to try...which aren't working.
Hubby comes slamming into the house, screaming, And is trying to turn the water off...unsuccessfully. Tries a different knob...breaks it in half...
He really doesn't handle any sort of stress well. Apparently they are 3 people down at work today and he's flipped out about having to leave.
My father-in-law says he's on his way over. He has the tools to shut the water off at the street.
So I tell my hubby to just go back to work and cool off. Off course he slams the door on the way out and peels off in a huge fit of temper.
I was supposed to be at work 20 minutes ago. I HATE losing time! It hits me where it hurts...right in the paycheck.
Ugh! Welcome to MONDAY!
*Vent over...sorry you had to witness that*
