‘Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving

and my house was crazy!!

Steve was marinating the turkey and I was getting the kid ready for a bath. The water is running and he’s trying to get himself out of his onsie/jammies. I run into the living room for bath toys he’d drug in just minutes earlier only to catch the stupid dog peeing on my rug! I yell at the dog, my arms full of clothing and toys and he runs towards his bed leaving a line of pee behind him. I’m trying to get him to quit and get outside so then the trail went from his bed, also, into the middle room to under the kitchen table. So Steve starts freaking out and we’re both trying to get the dog out and keep the kid from walking through the trail. And the water’s still running. And I take the dog outside now and Steve’s getting the mop and stuff out and here comes the kid. He comes down to the glass door where I’m standing and tries to open the door. He is now naked except for his diaper and the pj’s wrapped around his ankles. But yet, in his mind, it’s perfectly okay for him to come outside to the 32° air. :|

Then Thanksgiving morning, I walk outside to where Steve is preparing the frier for turkey frying and I notice that my garage now smells like a Chinese restaurant. I go inside again and to the basement and when I get to the bottom of the stairs, I think, “OH. MY. GOSH. WHAT. DIED!?” Then I notice it – the sewer backed up into our basement. Water was bubbling up from the drain. I run and get Steve. We can’t figure out what happened, this has never happened before. Now I’m expected to pull stuff out of the water and either clean it or pitch it. Steve tapes together a broomstick and an old, cheap mop and goes outside to the sewer vent. He shoves it down there and whatever was clogged went bye-bye and the sound of rushing water is a great relief. Now it’s time to clean up the basement. I got to throw out half a box of new Priority Mail boxes. :|

Then Thanksgiving evening at my mom’s, her stupid poodle bit Elijah. No blood, thankfully. But apparently we all thought Elijah was in a different room and he approached the dog in the dark and she’s old and acts like she’s got something stuck up her bum, so… yeah. Also, I hear the latest family gossip. Protected post to come. :|

We arrive home at 8.30pm in 29° weather to a 55° house that still smells like Pine Sol. We drop Steve’s truck at the dealership down the road. In the morning he will take my car over and leave it and then take his truck and go to work. This solves the problems of getting me and Elijah up at 5.00am to do this and the fact that the carseat does not fit in the truck. The poor guy a the gas station on the way home when I needed a soda, he was so bored. So bored he was pacing in the station when I came in. Poor guy. :|

There was a baseball mit in our yard tonight. Not at the borders, either, smack dab in the middle near the wood pile. What’s up with that? It’s in good condition, too, doesn’t look like a dog carried it here or something. Crazy neighbor lady probably told grandkids it was okay to play in our yard when we were gone. :|

What a day. :)