This is how I like it: Just chilling out in front of the TV, me playing on my laptop, while Jim is going through his Deadlands books. Yup, Jim plans on running another game. This one, he wants to run twice a month, with one of the games requiring us to journey up to St. Louis with Phil to play with Ben and Kristie. Of course, that would require a sitter, so you know. We’ll see.
This weekend was a little bit more eventful. Saturday was a divisional, but I was feeling bad enough that Jim asked me not to do it and to take a nap instead. I said okay but secretly told myself that I would punch in after a nap. I didn’t wake up in time. I was just so exhausted. I’m wondering if I’m coming down with something.
Then yesterday, both Vincent and I were napping, when I woke up startled. I smelled rotten eggs. My first thought was sewage. Sometimes, the creek in our yard gets a little stinky. My thought was, because there had been a lot of rain, maybe something had backed up the basement.
I checked around, couldn’t find the source of the smell, but I did smell it coming up the vent. Maybe it was the gas?
I debated what to do. Here’s some background here. 1) Jim had the van, which had the car seat. The only thing left was the car, which has expired tags and no car seat. 2) I couldn’t call Jim because my phone died (I’m still waiting on my sister to tell me what I need to know to transfer my number), and Jim left his phone at the house.
Which actually worked for me.
If I had been alone, I think I wouldn’t have really done much. But with Vincent, I wasn’t going to take a chance. I called the gas company, then called my mother-in-law (who, incidentally, has a car seat of her own) to come pick me and Vincent up. I left Jim a note to come to his mom’s after grocery shopping.
When Jim came home, the gas guy was already here. He confirmed my first though: sewer. Our toilet is leaking. Sigh.
Makes me REALLY wish I had just chugged 10 cups of coffee and gotten through the OT on Saturday, regardless of how I felt.
Oh, and I got to see the treatment plan for my dental stuff for this year…
Yeah, I should probably pound this tea and go to bed. Mama needs to get more OT in. You know–more than I’m already doing. Sigh.