For this current trip, he left Sunday morning early and isn't coming back until Thursday. So on Sunday afternoon I crawled into bed, turned on the bed heater like an old person, and downloaded several new books onto my Kindle. I thought that would surely entertain me while he was away. I read for about an hour and then took a great little nap. My single life seemed to be going pretty well. Then I decided to be a good little momma and take my kids to a church carnival. Ok no problem they were well behaved and I even kind of got them fed. I did have a couple of errands to run afterwards, but it was looking like I was well on my way to getting home, getting my chores done, running and crawling back in bed to the book I was now hooked on. Long story short I didn't crawl in bed until 11:00. There was just too much to do and I didn't even get to run. No reading for me. Sad face.
Monday night comes and I am determined I am going to get in bed and relax. Around 9:45, when I am still up to my elbows in dirty dishes, I realize it just isn't going to happen. Oh well no biggie. Then I hear this beep........beep.....beep. I try and ignore it because I know exactly what it is. If I pretend I don't hear it, it will stop and I won't have to go on the great "which fire alarm battery is dying" search.
It doesn't stop. All is good. I determine it is coming from upstairs. It surely can't be hard to figure out which one it is. More good news, we have extra batteries. Ok all set. I am a strong, independent, capable young woman. I've got this.
I get upstairs and realize there is a problem. Of course the battery going dead is the one in the bonus room at the top of 10 ft ceilings. Well crap. I decide I am going to take the step stool, put it on the table, stand on my tippy toes and try and reach it. I call Marshal to tell him what I am doing so at least someone will know if they need to call an ambulance. He of course gets all frustrated with me and tells me not to do that. I knew it wasn't the brightest idea, but I have to get this beeping to stop. He explains where his ladder is and tells me to call him when I get it upstairs and he will tell me how to set it up. What he didn't tell me was that it weighs 75 pounds.
|Don't look at the mess in the bonus room. Trying to fight the kids to keep it neat is wearing me out so it stays a mess.|
I decided to not even bother taking the ladder down. It can just stay there until Marshal gets home. Ridiculous.
Moral of the story: I am not a strong, independent, capable woman. I very much need a strong, capable man to take care of me. And while he is busy taking care of me, he also needs to make me feel incredibly independent. I don't ask for much....HA!