Wow. It’s been a real winner today.
So, Daniel woke up with a 102-degree fever. At 9AM, made calls to the pediatrician, and to the plumber for the laundry room sink that was backing up. The plumber could come between 11 and 1, and the pediatrician could see Daniel at 2:45 (so I had to cancel my own doctor’s appointment that had been made 2+ weeks ago, so I still don’t know what the hell is wrong with my left foot). Great start.
Plumber shows up, and quickly determines I have a main drain backup or some such thing, so the drain carrying everything out of my house was all messed up. He had to go back to the office to get a bigger machine. Super. He came back, and there was all manner of drilling noise coming from the basement for a solid two hours. I finally told him I had to leave for the pediatrician’s office. He said he still didn’t know what he was up against, but would keep going.
Off to the pedi’s office. Did I mention Daniel had skipped the PM nap? Yeah. And by the time we got there, Rebecca was catching up and had her own 101-degree fever. Ears clear, slightly red throat. Finger pricks to rule out a bacterial infection, which you know they just loved. Much screaming, decide it’s a virus, not much to do except Tylenol or Motrin to keep the fever in check. Delightful.
Took the long way home, since Daniel finally fell asleep in his car seat, and got a well-deserved Grande Iced Vanilla Latte and a slice of pumpkin loaf. Yes, I’m a stress eater. Pull up to my driveway, and there is now a second plumber’s truck. They’re shaking their heads at me. Crap. Turns out there’s a broken drainage pipe. Where is it broken? In the middle of the street. Right where the city was digging in front of my house a few weeks ago. Coincidence? I think not. But the plumber (husband of a fellow MOT) has already called the city, and they’re closed for the day. At 3:45 in the afternoon.
Well, the plumber is packing up, nothing more he can do until the excavator shows up at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Oh, and he called the cleaning crew, so they can work on my basement when things are fixed, so I don’t get mold. Oh, and as the entire house’s drain is busted, we can’t so much as flush the toilet.
And, so, I greet you now from the friendly Residence Inn. The kids are, once again, sleeping in Pack & Plays. Let’s hope everything gets fixed tomorrow. Let’s hope I can sleep at home tomorrow. Let’s hope the city picks up the tab. Sigh.