so i had a tantrum. my patience ran out. all i wanted was to heat up a cold sub. in the kitchen. and it turned into my having a mini meltdown. a major mini meltdown, but a meltdown none the less. the reason is simple. in 2 months time, i will have been camping inside the house for 3 years. there are various home repair jobs that have not been done, half done, or not quite finished and the result is basically living in a house that has some major issues.
now, i have been patiently, then not so patiently, waiting for the things that i can not do, to get done.i can;t do plumbing or electrical! and they aren’t getting done. and because of the nature with little jobs, if you don’t fix one little thing in a timely manner, it leads to bigger things and bigger issues, which require more time and more expense to fix. it’s like standing at the bottom of a mountain, in the path of a small snowball, which grows to mammoth proportions the longer you allow it to roll unobstructed downhill.
i walked into the house and at the front door, i slipped on water, from the massive leak coming from the main bathroom, dripping from a huge hole in the ceiling in the front hallway, as a teen son had come home from a hike and had taken a shower. i went into side hall to take off my shoes, proceeding to roll my ankle on one of the 40 pairs of shoes spilling into the hall, as the closet doors were taken off and never put back on; then pins were lost and the doors damaged and then thrown into recycling.
ohhh now i am in a short snappy mood! i went into the kitchen to turn on the light, jamming my fingernail on the dangling light switch, forgetting that he had taken both the light off the ceiling and the switch off the wall last week, as he searched for live wires. then i went to put sub into microwave, which wasn’t working as the kitchen electricity has been short circuiting for 6 WEEKS! (which was why the light switch had been taken off) and it was presently not working.
…FINE…i am now pissy and went to put the stupid sub into the damn toaster oven, then remembered the thing broke last week (i assume due to a power surge because of the freakin’ electrical short, since i just bought the thing in september). and this is when i lost my temper. ripped toaster oven cord from wall, stomped through house to throw the damn thing out the front door while yelling for spouse to get a freakin’ extension cord so I could plug the built in microwave into an outlet in the dining room, so i could EAT MY STUPID SUB warmed up …OMG!!!!
instead of eating a sub, i felt like slamming back a mickey of vodka just to calm down. best of all, ‘he’ is now out in the kitchen ‘tracking down’ the problem (sweet mother of a sweet and gentle God) with whatever that little zapper thingie is that you hold up to wires to see if there is current and he made the ~ brilliant ~ decision to go get a drywall saw and remove a random zig zag pattern (no i am NOT kidding) into the kitchen ceiling drywall, as he follows the path of electrical wires to the dining room and to the light switch and then over to an upstairs bedroom.
this is why some adult men should NOT be allowed to buy tools or to own a house. let’s take it a step further…THIS is a prime example of WHY polygamous marriages SHOULD be allowed because it is CLEARLY obvious that BOTH of us need a husband who is competent as a basic handyman (for him) AND as a freakin’ lover (for me). seriously, you should see the mess! i am living in a celibate bedlam with an impotent imbecile and at this point, i think i am going to go deer hunting and build a yurt in the forest and smoke the venison and live off the land.
like amazon women of ancient times, i will simply take men from the hiking paths to service my needs on warm summer nights before throwing them back out into the river when i am done draining them. i was accused of being impatient…3 YEARS ..2 YEARS…6 MONTHS…i wonder how much he is going to ruin and pull apart THIS time before he gets tired of making a mess, to just walk away from it all. i’ve already warned him if he EVER mentions to one more person about ‘all the work’ he is doing on the house, i will post the pictures of his mess on facebook to man shame him.
my tolerance is at -32 today and spikes another -30 points every time i hear that damn drywall saw going through another fucking wall. now he is upstairs. i need an electrician and in another 10 minutes he’s going to need an ambulance. fuck it. i’m getting the nail gun.