Well we made it back from our road trip, dropped our bags at the bottom of the stairs in our cozy and messy house and proceeded to be welcomed by a slap across the face we have come to know as reality.
Work piled up in our inboxes.
Bills in the mail.
Closet unfurled from last week’s haphazard packing debacle.
Garbage strewn across yard from an unwelcome raccoon (or pug or lab) shaped scavenger.
And winter. Winter being a shithead.
“Septic tank’s frozen again.”
These are the messages I get when I’m in town trying to be civilized.
“Heading to the big town to pick up a snake and a pressure washer and (something else that I didn’t catch because I was thinking about where I might shower that night) because if you want something done you’ve got to do it yourself around here…”
You know I know this better than anyone.
Great, now I’m having a flashback…
Phew, that was exhausting…
Anyway…last month when the arctic air whipped the trees around this place it shot the temperature down to -60 and apparently that’s too cold for a successful potty drain, so we called someone to come out and save us, and, well, I guess Husband learned something. Because last night I arrived home in the dark and he was out there in sub-zero temperatures unplugging whatever was plugged.
And he was successful. Thank God he was successful. I had to pee.
Husband is my hero.
My wall-building, chandelier-hanging, power-tool-toting, tile-placing, ladder-climing, potty pumping hero.
God I miss summer.