I want to move. Now.
Saturday we awoke at 6 a.m. to a busted water pipe. Went the majority of the day without water. Put me out a bit.
This morning is a new development that I can not deal with.
Two words that will forever bring bile into my mouth when uttered.
Termite. Tunnel.
And the phrase that will forever give me an anxiety attack when spoken:
Termite tunnel coming from my ceiling.
Is there anyone out there who will adopt me until the problem is solved?
My skin is crawling. I'm on the verge of tears and I want to move.
Curse that binding lease!
I just have to keep reminding myself that termites eat wood, not food, not children, not me.
Termites hate light. Could I sleep with a spotlight on my body?
Or could I move in with my mother until the termite man comes and solves the problem? I could drag the kids out of school for a week and home school them at my mom's.
I could just put us all in a plastic bubble to protect us from all creepy crawly things. Or separate bubbles, cause we'd kill each other if we shared one.
1 comment:
ME TOO!!! Lets move together and we will let our Hubby's finish out their residencies together! We have scorpions here! I HATE it here!!!!! At least we can spray and it will somewhat take care of them. You are more than welcome to come here and hang out. You poor thing! I am so sorry!!!
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