The boiler melted – I don’t know what part it was and frankly, I don’t care – and we have no heat. Well, TCBIM has no heat. I am at my mother’s. Oy. He is at the house, replacing the boiler. Remember the boiler? It sat in my driveway for several months and finally got moved into the cellar, where it’s sat for more months.
Being of the “Why do now what you can wait until it explodes to do later” school, TCBIM never worked on said boiler. So, old boiler shit the bed and it’s roughly 19 degrees Farenheit outside during the day and colder than a witch’s tit inside my house.
It’s been ok-ish staying here, although the sleeping arrangements are tight, to say the least. One toddler, one baby and one grown up in a bedroom. A very tiny bedroom. The bed creaks, which wakes Boo. The Bug cries, which wakes Boo. I have a cough (and a sinus infection), which wakes Boo. You get the idea. Everyone is suffering from severe sleep deprivation. It’s loads of fun.
I can’t believe I’m blogging from my mother’s. If she finds this blog, I’m not going to be happy.
And Kerri, I hope I can get my articles to you on time. The computer is, of course, in the room where we’re sleeping, so it’s difficult to get time on here. I’ll do my best.