Today was supposed to be Beach Day. But, the weather wasn’t cooperating, the mice that were running loose in the house had to be dealt with, oh, and remember the exploding microwave?! Yes, well, we had to wait during a 4 hour window for the technician to come by and tell us that it was not repairable. Seriously, the photos of the gaping hole in the ceiling of the microwave didn’t tell them that already?! Here’s a question, why does GE put the model and serial number of the microwave INSIDE of it. Because of the fires that took place in the microwave, the model and serial numbers had melted . . . DUH. Why are those on the inside of a machine intended to melt things?!
But, now all the broken appliances and rodents are taken care of (I mean the mice, not the children), and my husband’s coming home tomorrow – what do we need him for anyway?! On that note, quick shout out to all the single parents out there! Seriously, there’s a special place in heaven for those people.
And now, on to what I learned when instead of going to the beach we brought the beach to us, and the most cathartic moment of the day when the children turned the hose on me:
