This week I got to our house in MN and saw that my neighbor, whose youngest had been 17 when we left, had a sandbox and baby toys in her back yard. When she came over for a chat, I did NOT greet her with "Oh, I see you have a grandchild!" She did NOT say, "Grandchild?! No, that's MY child! He's almost two years old."
This week I did NOT nudge Spencer to wake up, and he did NOT sleepily utter a phrase directly from his own mother's mouth: "Who's responsible for this?!"
Last week when the high-pitched shrieking alarm for the septic tank went off, I went and turned it off, then called a septic tank cleaner guy. He never called back. In the meantime, we were descending to the basement about every hour or two to turn the alarm off again. Whoever woke up in the night was the one with the honor of going to turn it off. Two days later, and still no luck with getting a cleaner to come, I trudged down the stairs at 2am. And there, in the glory of midnight grogginess, I did NOT have a brilliant idea. Instead of coming down to turn this stinking alarm off all the time, I would just UNPLUG it!! Perfection! I unplugged it, smug with the knowledge that I had saved our ears and our tired legs a lot of grief. Two days later it is NOT occur to me that I still hadn't gotten anyone to clean it. Three days later, this morning, when I started smelling a raunchy smell coming from the pipes in the bathroom it did NOT occur to me that I still needed to call - and evidently it was getting to be an emergency. Thank God I finally found someone to come on short notice, and thank God he was thorough. Evidently there was quite a back up.
Pumping poop - what a crappy job!
