Insane in the Brain!
I thought that shutting the door to BLM's room would force the leak to go away and dry up on its own. No. It doesn't work that way. I thought calling the insurance man would make it go away. No. It doesn't work that way either.
I hate making phone calls and stammering my way through explaining a situation. I had to call the insurance man who told me that my premium was due. I was like, wha? We pay that through our mortgage, how can this happen?
So I was forced to call the bank. I was forced to go through the receptionist who thankfully put me in touch with my homie, LoriLoveLicious who gave me the good news that the payment to insurance man had been mailed yesterday.
Then I had to call insurance man back and tell him he would be getting the late payment soon.
Then I had to go see carpet people and talk about replacing carpet in BLM's room. My deductible is $1000 and I don't want a whole house full of carpet. I want my carpet just the way it is, old, so I don't freak the fuck out when dogs vomit or kids spill shit.
Then I had to call the heat/air place to ask someone to take a look at my a/c unit to make SURE it is not clogged because I don't want to deal with this again.
I don't want to deal with this at all. I just don't want to. My brain is not equipped to handle these matters. Well, of course it is, but I get in a frenzy and I go into crisis mode and I blow everything out of proportion and I exaggerate and before I know it I've talked myself into thinking that I have the most miserable life in the whole world.
I'm pathetic. No one should be subjected to reading this blog at all.
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8 comments:
Well, I read the whole friggin thing and felt pretty bad for you all the way through it. I'm with you on the first paragraph though... why can't shutting the door just make it go away?
Thank God it's not 100 degrees and mildewing as you make the phone calls though...
It's actually a roasty 94 degrees and pretty humid during the day.
The door is shut.
Stank You Smelly Much for reading that crap.
UGH I so totally feel your pain! We were hit HARD this morning with a storm (out of nowhere, mind you) and my ds' windows were open. Back of the house. No protection from the wrath of the rain. Carpet was SOAKED all the way to the door. Not fun. Wet carpet sucks. And stinks. No matter how clean it is, it still smells.
I just started reading your blog, and I have to say I am enjoying it. I'm weird like that. Makes me feel I'm not the only one on earth who isn't sickening sappy sweet, but rather prefers to tell it like it is!
Ah. Welcome. You are invited to the OCD club. Booze is good. So is Valium. Breath deep.
the mommy- thanks for liking my efforts. Some are better than othrs. I love new readers that comment.
This week has been crap. I'll be back to normal next week!
I love reading you because I am just like you and when I read you I realize that I am not crazy! Life is crazy because we are mom's and being a mom is tough stuff! here's hoping the weekend is better!
Sorry about the carpet and having to deal with all the crap to get it taken care of. Sorry the door thing didn't work - I try to visulize my dishes doing themselves and this week I'm hoping my house will be cleaned by some cleaning fairies. I'll let you know if it works out. If not next week I'll have to clean like a fool before my hubby comes back from Iraq! I'm putting my own money on cleaning like a fool but it can't hurt to hope. right?
Last year when there was all the torrential downpouring of rain for the better part of June our living room/downstairs bathroom/hallway all the way from the sliding doors in the back to the front door flooded and we had to haul all that soaked, smelly, grody carpet out. We bought tons of gorgeous tile, but haven't been able to find the motivation to put it down--we still have concrete floors a year later! Redoing floors sucks!!! And you know what really sucks? We thought that if we went on a cruise we'd come home and the floors would've magically tiled themselves.
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