So last night Neal tells me that we're having someone come over tomorrow and pump out our septic tank. I'm thinking that's got to be a crappy job, I wonder how much it pays. Turns out it pays $200 a job. I'm thinking it doesn't sound like such a bad job anymore. We'll this morning I awaken to my sweet and sassy soon to be 2 year yelling my name from her crib upstairs. She can be quite demanding. Come to find out she's yelling b/c she took off her diaper and pooped in her crib. Good morning to you too. So I put Parker in her bouncy seat, go upstairs to clean up Ally and the crib. By the time I'm done Parker is screaming so I get her milk warmed up and pick her up only to find out she's blown it up. Poopy is everywhere. All over her, the bouncy seat, her clothes. Nice. I undress her, put her in her tub, put new clothes on her and get the bouncy seat and Ally's bed sheets in the washer. After I feed her and get her to sleep and put down, I start making lunch for me and the kids. We eat and Charles-Allen has to poopy, I tell him to stay there and I'll take Ally upstairs for her nap. When I get back I'll wipe you, just please stay on the pot. I stress this b/c we've been through this before as he tends to get impatient and he gets up to find out what's taking me so long and then we have twice the mess. I'm sure he's learned his lesson so I pick Ally up and off to bed we go. Only I notice that she seems really wet. I just assume it's the watermelon and lay her down to change her and find that she's had another rather messy poopy. It's leaked and gotten on her and my shirt. Lovely. So I have to clean her up, change her clothes, and put new sheets on her crib. This takes longer than I had anticipated and much longer than Charles-Allen can stand. So on my way back downstairs I hear him running back to the bathroom. He thinks he's so sly. I finally get in there to wipe him and he's made a mess of it. It's on the pot, on his legs. I mean really. How can this be happening? What on earth did I do to deserve it? So I call my husband at work and tell him that I'm officially in the sewer business and I would like for him to cut me a check for $200. I hear that's the going rate.
2 years ago
7 autumn leaves rustled:
This had me laughing out loud. :) Did the septic tank guys have you come out and take a look at the open tank? They did here and it was horrible. Between what I saw and the smell, I don't think I'd have done the job for $200,000. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Does that mean I should wear a haz mat suit for your photo shoot? lol You poor girl!
Oh my! I hope you made him pay up because you definitely earned that money girl!
LOL!
I know ya'll are jealous because you don't have a high paying job like me. unfortunately my husband seems to think just being married to him should be payment enough. if he only knew;)
oh and kristen, i can't believe you went and looked. i would have been like, that's what i pay you for, so i don't have to see it! too funny.
I know, impressive, huh? He came to the door and goes, "Do you want to come out here and see how bad it is?" In my mind I was thinking, "Oh please, goodness, NO!!! Anything but that!!!" But I followed him out there and looked. Not only that, but he took great pride in showing me the 'after' too. It looked a million times better, but by that point I could barely stomach the smell. I tried to be suitably impressed, but oh my. It's raw sewage, for goodness sake. I'm so grateful they can do a job like that, but I'd really rather not look. Really.
And that's funny...I think my honey thinks the same thing...could they be related? ;)
Oh mercy girl....you are going straight to heaven....better have your man tie you down if he wants to keep you! :)
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