Captain’s Log, Star Date December 12, 2013.
It’s been 13 days since Kiefer left for his business trip. He should return today.
But…if he doesn’t…I don’t know…how much longer I’ll survive on my own.
I’ve seen things…no woman should have to see. I’m done things…no pregnant woman should have to do. ::shudder::
It all started with laryngitis. Laryngitis that’s still not gone because it’s impossible to rest my voice when I’m the only person around to stop Ozzy Pups from stealing socks (Drop it!).
Then there was all of that snow.
But now, things have just gotten progressively harder.
Boo and his friend hung out at the house for a couple hours before basketball practice. Boo’s friend used the bathroom…and he…clogged the toilet in MY bathroom, not the kids’ bathroom.
Of course, I didn’t discover the clog until I was already doing the pee-pee dance. I had two options:
- Use the kids’ bathroom upstairs…which is never a good idea.
- Unclog the toilet myself.
Since I’ve never actually plunged a toilet, and because a pregnant woman with a heightened sense of smell should never have to plunge a toilet that’s been clogged by a kid that’s not even hers, I choose Option #3:
Call Dad to unclog the toilet while I ran Boo and his friend to practice.
I’ve decided to head off future bathroom problems by placing a woman figure on my bathroom door.
If Kiefer isn’t home this afternoon, this may be my last entry. Please send reinforcements…and extra bathrooms.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I agree…that’s classic protective behavior. Ozzy is putting himself between you and potential frosty danger, just like a Secret Service man. You should get him a little earpiece and some shades.”—BluzDude