Friday, June 15, 2007
I Officially Hate Water
First Khai falls out of bed at 3am and scares the shit out of me. It took me all night and the whole next day to recover. I wondered what kind of mom am I? How did I not hear him stir?? I ALWAYS hear him stir! But not this time. 3am he's up and rolling around and then BOOM.....followed by WAAAAA! My poor baby landed on all fours and he has no clue what just happened to him. Everything is ok now. He's totally fine and most likely has forgotten the incident. But for me, his 8 month birthday is marked by his first fall. Sniff Sniff.Then, as if the AC problem wasn't bad enough, I've gone and flooded the kitchen... not just our kitchen but the condo downstairs too. Perfect! Sleep deprived and in zombie mode I managed to leave the sink water running before I left for the day at 7am. 2pm the lady downstairs comes home to find her ceilling about to collapse. The idiot condo people can't find our number and eventually call a locksmith and break into our unit. John and I both have issues with that. What does make me laugh is I wonder what went thru their minds as they all barged into our home to see not just water everywhere but our skulls, knives, dolls in caskets, a huge chunk of bloody meat on the counter top, Dora or Barney or whoever blasting on the TV and Khai's toys sprinkled with baby rice puffs all over the floor. Thankfully the people downstairs are a really nice couple or this could go a lot worse than it already is. John went to check their kitchen out and it looks like the whole ceiling has to be replaced, walls painted, and dining room carpet steamed. Arg. Ahhh, but its not over yet! No, no. That would be too easy. So then I come into work. Exhausted, I want to make some coffee - but there is no sugar! Ok..so I go to buy a soda from the snackbar. Pull a coke out of the mini fridge and somehow the side of the can gets pierced and coke is fizzing and flying everywhere. The can explodes on me and I'm frantically looking around, getting sliced in the finger by the can and throwing the can in the trash next to the fridge. The trash can now starts to leak and soda is spilling onto the carpet outside of someobody's office. I pickup the can and run down the hall, soda flying out everywhere, from inside the can, from the bottom of the can... Into the kitchen I empty the trash can into a bigger can and now there's soda all over the counter and floor. After cleaning it up I take a look at my new injury. Long and deep...right on my middle finger. Someone is telling me fuck you. It's not even noon yet...
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