Blog beginnings with Day 1 and 2 of THE HOUSESIT!

Here I am, blogging for the first time in my life! What you need to know about me is that I am a boomer who is separated , and has recently moved back to my hometown area. I seem to have found my voice, and my life, again.  I have been posting my musings on Facebook, where my friends and family keep telling me to write a book. Well, I don't think my musings are worthy of a book, but maybe of a blog. So here I go.  I will blog going back to my first posting back in February, and then catch up to the present.  My purpose is to see the funny, in the ordinary, and to laugh!

FIRST POSTING: Feb. 20, 2014
 

I don't usually post what happens in my day, but today was singular. Therefore, please allow me to vent! Permettez-moi de me défouler.

Day 1 and 2 of The Housesit

I moved in to Baby Bro's house yesterday after school, to mind his two teenagers, a wood stove, another dog along with my own, and a feral cat, while he jets off to Mexico with sis-in-law #3 for some much needed R & R. No problem! Great evening and we all go to bed.

This morning I am awakened by my niece's soft little voice saying, in... French, "On n'a pas d'eau! "We have no water". WHAT?

We all have to get to school in an hour. Nephew #3 goes downstairs to try to fix the problem. No go!  The neighbour comes over. No go!  Baby Bro, who is leaving on a jet plane shortly, calls his father-in-law #2 to come fix the problem.

So, we can't go to the bathroom. Do you know how much water you get when you melt two big bowls of snow in the microwave so you can brush your teeth and wipe the sleep from your eyes? Not even two cups!

So off we go. A text later in the day tells me the problem should be fixed. So long Baby Bro and wife. Bon voyage!

I leave in a hurry after school, leaving my lunch box behind. Won't be back at the that school until Monday, so so much for making my lunch! Drive home on a sunny, and what turns out to be a mild (read single digit minus temperature) for the first time this year. The roads are full of puddles. So what happens? My driver side windshield wiper snaps off in half and flies away. Using the wipers now scratches my windshield, so I arrive at the house barely able to see out my car window. Hoping the two dogs, who have been left alone for the first time, haven't torn themselves and the house apart, I enter . The coast is clear, BUT, no water. I jump in the car with one dog to go get a new wiper before the kids get home from school. The Canadian women's HOCKEY TEAM scores their overtime goal while I am checking out the water supply!

While in the village, I drop in to Timmy's to use the bathroom and get a tea. I purposely don't use the drive-thru, to save time. There is a long lineup and I need to use the bathroom. Remember, I don't have a bathroom! I go to leave, driving around the building, only to find out that some idiot trucker has parked his truck in the passing lane, and too late, I am stuck in the line up for the drive through! So 10 minutes later.....

Kids get home, we pack everything up, and are back on the road again. We move to my place, a cosy two bedroom on the beach, indefinitely. Oops, we forgot the cat! Too bad. Forecast for tomorrow freezing rain.

 Baby Bro  texts me from Mexico to find out what is going on, while we are unpacking and trying to get supper on the table. I give him the bare details, and tell him NOT to text me, because it will cost me and I don't want another 200$ phone bill. So he answers me- OK!

I am just finishing this posting, when the same little voice that I heard this morning, pipes up from the bathroom and says "Je pense que la toilette est bouchée!"  Translation - "I think the toilet is blocked." OMG!