Weary But Wiser Part II

So, there is water flowing out of somewhere, and it's made a mess of what was a clean laundry room floor.
Water all over the floor of my laundry room.

Apparently the source was the washing machine.

Pouring! out of the side of the washing machine.

The side?
HUH?

She sits next to my dryer, which was on at the time.

So, naturally, I worry about water and electrocution, and of course,

Ben and his Wet sock.

I ran to grab my cordless phone to call my mom, she has a LOT of knowledge with Plumbing questions. Seriously, she does, she's good like that, learned it from my Dad. He's very hands on, even if it takes him years to finish his own projects with his own bricks, he is a perfectionist by birth and is full of helpful information. They both, my parents, have learned a lot from one another. I guess that's what thirty four in a half years of marriage will do.

Married since 1973.

She walks me thru the "lets see if it's a washing machine issue, or a pipe, plumbing issue. My mom does, and I in my frustrated state, am Henny Penny, running around after having a pebble fall on my head.

"THE CLOTHES NEED WASHING, THE CLOTHES NEED WASHING!!"

What a scene, I tell you.

I'm kvetching to my mom about how "horrible this day is..." Ben's sock is wet. It's time to go to school. We hop into the car, the air conditioner button in the car was bumped by my overgrown winter coat, and with that, lets out a rather random disgusting smell.

Sullivan is sensitive to that.

"It smells mommy."

But picture that three word sentence dragggggggggggggggged with high whines, and screeching delays. Yes, cringing.

So, I open the window.

And then, Sullivan,

"Mommy It's cold in here." Only in the same tune..

Are you SERIOUS CLARK?

REALLY?

RIGHT NOW?

It's like when Henny tells Cocky Locky about the sky, and also, Ducky Daddies, eh, I mean, Ducky Daddles,Goosey Poosey, Turkey Lurkey, Gander Pander, Foxy Loxy, (even the sly folks) and of course the King. So, a pebble falls on my head, just a pebble, something "minor," and I assume the sky is falling and turn it into a drama of rocks. After the long day, I left it behind, weary but wiser.

How. Well, lets see, I fixed my washing machine myself, even though I tend to believe whereas I myself is am a rather strong creature, I can, when pushed past a certain point, become quite the Henny Penny. After trying different scenarios, googling this and that, using a wrench and a screwdriver, I managed to repair it myself, with a lot of mumbling naughty words inbetween the wrenching.

There have been many times in my life, that I have had no choice but to figure it out, and for some reason, that's just the way it's supposed to be. But that doesn't mean I can't get a complaint in about it, and crave for my next break..

Plus deal with the mess that was all over the floor of the laundry room. Ever try to life a washing machine to clean the water out from underneath it?

It's heavy.

So is the dryer.

I guess "It's okay" to crave the break times, every mom deserves that.

Right?
OF COURSE!!

Moms need a much better support system around them, every single one of the moms in this fabulous world deserve that much, a good strong network of loving, empathizing, supportive women.

Welcome TO Crustybeef~

In my visuals I pay attention to it all, and how many of you realized that I forgot a character? Did you catch that at all? That and the fact that I didn't end my last post with WELCOME TO CRUSTYBEEF. Felt weird not to end the post that way..

So, yes, the missing character, Chicken Little. I've always thought Henny Penny was better suited for the role of pebble head, scratching in her garden.

Good Day or evening, I've kept you long enough. Besides, Sullivan just woke up on this fine Monday morning, and his one eye is completely bloodshot, without crust in it. Figures we leave on Thursday for our Florida trip. (I think he has a crush on someone far older then him, dear Soultween- yet, he's only 3.5 so he has quite a long way to go!)

I will get pictures, of my hair do up on here soon, but I've kept you too long now. So, I will hang up the words on the letter post, and bid you good days, and soon enough my hair will be a full Reese Blond by the end of summer.

Perhaps sporting the Renee Cut that I saw last night on the Oscars.

But I fear that trying on that style of cut, may be too close to walking around wearing my-GASP!-"mom jeans."

Ahh, another part of Crustybeef.