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My Life Thus Far
2008-08-07 02:29:34 (UTC)

Stagnant Nastiness

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There's no delicate way to say this. I can only just let
it out... My day sucked ass. Hardcore. It started out
normal enough. Nothing interesting, just the usual morning
routine. Things got bad right as Snookums was getting home
from work.

The Navy came out with a new PT uniform that Snookums
needed to get. The Bremerton Exchange didn't have the size
shorts he needed, but the Bangor Exchange did. So, the
plan was we were going to take the family up to Bangor to
get Snookums PT uniform, then go to the park. This is how
the day went instead:

I took a shower and got myself dressed. As I was doing my
hair and putting on my make-up Kiki came into the bathroom
and said "mommy, the playroom is nasty". I thought she
meant it was messy. She'd been playing down there most of
the morning, so I told her to clean it up. Her response
was two-fold. "I can't, mommy" along with her cute little
puppy-dog face. It's hard to resist the puppy-dog face. A
few minutes later Annie came home from playing outside and
went down to her room. She came back up and said "mommy,
my room smells like poop." I smelled the poop smell too,
but I didn't think anything of it. We live next to the
water and low-tide is nothing to mess around with. It's
pretty pungent and that's exactly what I though it was.
Until Snookums came home. He walked in and his face curled
up like someone had just shoved something up his nose. At
that point we kind of started wondering what was going on.

To make a long and nasty story short our plumbing got
backed up somehow and started pushing raw sewage up
through the drain in the laundry room. The whole
downstairs was covered by an inch of stagnant nastiness.
Water and mysterious brown stuff. Even the carpet. I
wanted to cry. I strive so hard to have a clean house. I
obsess over the slightest smells, stains and spots. Yet,
I'm the only one on the block who gets sewage pushed up
into my basement. What the hell did I do to Karma? I've
been good lately!

Johnson Controls (the Navy's contractor) came within 10
minutes of my call to housing and cleaned out the pipes.
Then a hazardous materials crew came in and cleaned the
entire downstairs. The carpet in all rooms, the laundry
room, cat room and downstairs bathroom. There wasn't a
room that went untouched. Now the house smells like a
clean port-o-potty (because of the chemicals they used to
clean up with). Which is better than the dirty one it
smelt like a few hours ago.

We had to leave the house for three hours while the carpet
dried (with the help of the loudest fans on Earth). We
tried to do what we'd originally planned to do, but I
wasn't enjoying it. We went out to dinner (which we
haven't been doing much lately), but I had a hard time
enjoying that, either. I didn't want to come home, but I
didn't want to be there. I'm just pissed. I was (and still
am) pissed off by the injustice of what happened to my
house. I don't think I'll EVER be able to walk barefoot
downstairs again. This far exceeds the butt-dragging Zoe
used to do. I almost want to move, I'm so grossed out.

Of course, it's 90 degrees today, so the house is horribly
humid because of the wet carpet. I think I'm going to go
for a walk or at least sit outside for a while. I'm not
happy. Not at all. Ciao.




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