So I have been home now for 21 hours and have experienced nothing but one disaster after another. This is what happens when you leave the house to two clueless men to run.
First when I walked in last night at 6pm, FIL reports dd pulled the thermostat off the wall - not the first time it happened, but this time she broke apart the cover too so it was completely useless. Need I say we live Massachussett and it is December!
Then dd wants to watch her kittycat dvd. DH puts it in the dvd player but it missed the holder so the dvd was struck somewhere instead the player and wouldn't come out.
Now I needed to be on bedrest so I got very mad and told dh he had to open up the player and try and see if he can get the dvd instead. I hand my purse to FIL and tell him to get out the screwdriver. He then asks where in my purse the screwdriver is - there is only one compartment to my purse.
I immediately left them and went up to lie down being so fed up with them.
Then 5 minutes later dh is yelling at me because I won't help him put dd in her pj's and his xbox won't work in the other room (he had to move it so I can sleep in this room). After listening to him throw a hissy fit for 30 minutes I spent 1 minute to look up online on how to get his xbox to work on a standard tv and flipped the stupid switch. Why he couldn't do this I have no idea.
Then this morning I come down to get breakfast and my pills and it is freezing downstairs - because the thermostat is broke. I tell FIL that we can't just live without heat here, the pipes will freeze. I take my bp and it is borderline high - likely because I am so stressed because neither dh nor his FIL can run the house for a 2 day period. (I am not even going to mention the amount of dirty clothes and everything else that needs to be done, but wasn't).
Then dh goes grocery shopping and to pick up our pics from JC Penney (for the 3rd time). He then calls me and tells me he can't get them until after 1pm because there was only one person working and she is swamped. I told him I don't care if she has a million things to do, you went there during their regular business hours on the form, they should give you our pics. I then asked to speak with the women, but he claims he is already back in the parking lot and to have FIL come back at 1. Did I mention the store is a 10 minute drive away and gas is expensive and this was already the 3rd time we went there to get our pictures!
Then when dh gets home he tries to rehook the dvd player back up. I notice the door is not on properly so likely when he reattached everything back last night he didn't look and make sure there were no gaps. I was so pissed. Anyways, dh exclaims that it isn't working so I have to get out of bed to see what the problem is. However before I do this I ask him if he put the components in the right slot (the output slots). He says yes, but it still isn't coming on. So anyways, I have to check it out and of course he had put them in the input slot. Of course it won't come up on the tv then. I was so pissed.
But the biggest piece of the cake happened just now. I guess the landlord is putting asphault down outside to fix some holes and he tells dh to not let dd near the area. So FIL comes home from picking up our pictures and dh comes up to work on his school work. An hour later dd and FIL come up saying he has to change her pants. I figure she must have peed through her pants because her diaper was just changed an hour ago. Then they start talking about the landlord and asphault and I wonder WTF does this have to do with dd needing a new pair of pants. Well finally dd walks out of her room and then I see it. Her pants are covered with tar. I just lost it then. The only good thing is they weren't expensive pants (and I think they already have a small hole in them) so it isn't like I am losing much by having to throw them out, but seriously. I can't even rely on these two grown men to even run the house. I plan on being on complete bedrest until Monday, and it is only Saturday. I don't know how I am going to make it.
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