Here's the part where the normally positive, upbeat, phlegmatic Flea whines. Really. Turn away if you think you can't handle it. Because I don't have anything traumatic or earth shattering to whine about. I'm just cranky. And my feet hurt.
My plans for the day went awry. I got up this morning, intent on cleaning out my dryer vent. I have this cool new tool, a ten foot long coiled tube with a round brush head, made for pushing the lint through the vent. I don't think I ordered it here, but it's just like, with the cool lint trap brush included. I used that first and pulled clumps of lint out of the trap. Ew.
So the kids go to school, I get a shower, work the laundry and dishes, then head outside to start pushing the lint back up into the house, thinking I'll suck it out with the vacuum from inside. That, and the inside part is miserable. Our dryer is next to my bedroom, the vent runs under the floor and out the side of the house near the garage. It's awkward and clogs quickly, as well as being difficult to clean out. Hate it.
Once outside I discover the vent cover off. Great. How long has THAT been that way? I shove the brush in and get to about six feet before it stops. Cold. So I pull it all out and shove it in again. Stops. Won't budge an inch. How much do you want to bet there's something dead in my vent?
Come back into the house to get the Hunny, who has the day off. Who is yelling my name at the top of his lungs. Holding the phone. It's the school and they want me to substitute. I say yes, ask the Hunny to check the vent (he agreed to), then skedaddle, since the teacher had just left and someone was holding down the classroom till I arrived. Whew! Dodged the dead creature bullet!
Once at school I find that I'll only be there half a day, but that I'm needed at a different school for the afternoon, meaning I'm driving during my lunch break. Oh well. At the second school I'm puzzled by the classroom. It's a dual language kindergarten class, meaning everything on the walls is written in Spanish, and much of the class is taught in Spanish. Only about half of the children actually speak Spanish. Honestly, I didn't know what to make of it, not knowing it's intent. I just know that I'll never actually be the teacher sub in there, not speaking the language and all.
Time to go home. Yay! So I call the Hunny as I'm leaving the school and he tells me all about HIS day. Taking siding off of our house. When I left, his plan was to remove the trim around the windows and stuff the cracks with insulation then caulk (we were in the bathroom this morning and he says, "Look at the window where it meets the wall. Do you see sunlight?") He removed the trim around our bedroom window and found a very wet backer board behind the siding. Covered in black powdery mold up about six or seven inches. Ew. By the time I got home, quite a bit of trim and some siding were down. He's out there right now, having stuffed insulation and reinstalled trim, caulking. The side with the black mold? I sprayed it down with bleach water. Who knows what will happen next?
So a few minutes ago, just before calling everyone in for dinner, I ask, "Did you get to the dryer vent?" And I get the Look. You know the Look. The When On Earth Do You Think I Found Time For That Look. So now that I've eaten, I have the pleasure of heading back out to the vent to see what I can find. Woohoo. And THEN I'll soak my feet. Cuz my day pretty much sucked. I'm beat. I still don't have pictures of my wall for you. I haven't had time to look for the cows. And I just want to go to bed. But I'll do my best to get some photos up soon. Really.
Until I whine again ...