Hi, friends. I have this lovely post I was going to write about mornings. I was going to talk about how much I am enjoying the early light with my sweet baby. And coffee and playtime and sunlight reflecting around the room.
BUT NOW I AM MAD.
We have not had hot water since Saturday morning. Not just us. The whole stupid building. Well, it came back sort-of-kid-of briefly for me to have a lukewarm shower before going out to dinner on Saturday. Yay.
I haven’t showered since then, because the stupid water is still broken. We are washing our clothes, dishes and selves in cold water. Benton gets a bath warmed up with boiling water from the kettle. But I couldn’t keep up tonight and he was cold and crying and Justin was still at work because he is busy and I think the cat has diabetes or cancer and there is a blizzard of historic proportions on its way and my head itches because I need to wash it and the landline jerkface phone just rang and woke up the baby ahhh hhh gah aslkdfjasldkfja!!!!!
I know, I should he happy to have running water and heat and all that.
Now that I got that out of my system, I will attempt the nice post.