Now that it's 5:15 AM and I'm fully awake, let me tell you 'bout how our day just started. If you're about to eat breakfast (or any meal), you might want to revisit this post later.
Consciousness crept in this morning caused by exasperated exclamations coming from my wife. As senses came back to me, I could tell her frustration was sourced in the boy's upstairs bathroom.
Add to that the unmistakable sound of splashing water and I knew it could only be the tub or the toilet. Our younger autistic child is on the sleep schedule from hell right now staying up all night long. When will it end? It's more of a family plague than any virus has been.
Even as I write this, I had to just take a break and go scold him to get to bed. I've had it up to here (hand motions somewhere above my head).
Waiting To Learn The Extent Of The Issue
So I'm lying there listening to my wife deal with whatever it is in the bathroom. At this point I'm asking myself only one question, "Is it a quick clean job or am I about to hear my name yelled in demand of an appearance"?
I had that feeling that I had slept a good while and was close to waking anyway. It was my intention to get up and go check on the affair, but the call came first. "Go tell your dad to get up and come help"!
There it was! She reached it. The point of ultimate pissed offedness. Where the troubles have grown to the point that they just have to be shared with the significant other. Selfless behavior is non-existent in these kind of events.
Now we have a laundry basket full of towels wet with shitty toilet water. The toilet is still clogged with the water valve off, so we're going to have to go buy a snake to clear it. Or call a plumber or our Landlady.
A Flying Jar Of Pizza Sauce From The Fridge
With a full bladder and mouth dry as sandpaper, I headed downstairs to take care of my immediate needs. Relieved and looking for liquid refreshment, I open the fridge only to fling out a glass jar of pizza sauce set precariously in the door cubby.
This is the kind of shit that infuriates me. It's an obvious trap set for whomever opens the fridge next. Instead of taking an extra 5 seconds to find a better spot, they leave the jar on top of another jar and above the cubby.
"Bang your head! Metal health'll drive you mad"!
Kicked & Bent The Sliding Screen Door
Our home had settled down and our awesome son Devin cleaned up the broken mess of glass and pizza sauce. I headed out back to the patio and my son followed to talk with me.
It was about five o'clock at this point and I wasn't eager to have much, if any, conversation. But Devin was rattling on and I kept going in and out trying to signal to him my disinterest in the talking.
He's a good kid and he got the point, went inside and shut the screen door. Finally!!! Dad got to have just a few moments to wet his mouth and sit in morning peace. Then I proceeded to walk nearly straight through the screen door on my way back in.
That's number three. Trouble always comes in three's. I don't have much hope that the day's troubles are over either, as the toilet still needs attention.
If it's not one thing in life to frustrate you, it'll find another.
Hope your morning started better than ours.
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