Bloody fucking HELL.

I’d ask what NEXT but quite honestly? I’m rather frightened to find out.

See, it started on Friday. We didn’t get paid. Now since they have all day Friday to pay us, I couldn’t call until saturday morning to ask where our paycheck was…. oh WAIT – it started THURSDAY when my monitor died. *sobs* Dad is letting me borrow one till I can get mine fixed or a new one, but going from a 17 inch monitor to a little 13 inch is KEELING me…. Now. Back to Friday.

Friday night saw us dealing with a Momma teaching her baby to rumage through our garbage because we’d forgotten to take it down for pick up on Thursday:

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So. I go to bed around 3:30am Saturday morning. Asshole’s watching a movie on tv, I’m juuuuuuuuuuuuust falling asleep and I hear him yelling at the Pup. Ok. Try to ignore him and her, but she’s still crying and he’s yelling so I get up. This is at 3:55am. Find out she wet her panties, and he’s making her search the laundry basket for her clean ones. I say no – just go to bed, it’s no big deal, get dressed in the morning. SHe does, he shoots me a look, I remind him that HE sleeps in the buff, it’s not going to kill his daughter to sleep in the nude too.

So. Back to bed for me, at 4am.

Juuuuuuuuuust falling back to sleep, and at 4:20 Asshole starts cussing. “This is a PROBLEM” I try to ignore him. Finally mutter. “WHAT is a problem.” and hear those baaaaaaaaad words when it’s -31 on a weekend morning. “We’ve lost one leg of power into the house. But hey – it’s only the IMPORTANT half, controlling heat, refigeration and the like.” Oh. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. So Lessa gets up AGAIN, and asks him if there’s anything we can check. He says it’s the same problem we had before, it’s on the electric company’s side, we need them out here to combine the legs or something so we have power. (the leg was flickering off and on at this point). So we call the emergancy number for the electric company, he says he’ll make a callout, but if it’s our end, we’ll have to pay. No problem. Asshole’s certain it’s their problem.

So the operator starts making calls to find someone willing to get out of their bed to come see to our electric. We find out when the guy gets there that he was NUMBER 12 ON THE CALL LIST! I shit you not. HE said everyone in front of him took one look at the temp (that was MINUS 31 in case you missed it) and said “Fuck that, not getting up.” Well ain’t THAT nice. I got three kids with NO FREAKING HEAT! So this guysaid he knew there were a lot of kids on this street, so assumed we were one of the familys, and he is a family man himself so just couldn’t see leaving us to freeze while he slept. He was SUCH a nice guy! And he even went farther! Because when he opened the box, turned out it was OUR problem, and two of the wires had come loose (something I’d told the asshole to check, but you know, what do _I_ know) and were arching and everything – had it not been so cold, we would have had a fire. The electrician said that technically he had done all he had to do, and could shut the box and walk away, but since we would already be paying for an hour callout, he would stay and fix the problem. So! he stood out there in 30 below, and fixed our problem. Sometimes, some people just go above and beyond – and I am so thankful for that!

That shouldbe the end. Right? OH no. Not at ALL. Still no money. This is not good. We’d found out earlier in the week that our insurance would only cover half of the assholes dental work, and we had to pay 200 down. That check bounced. Grrr. So – Lessa is stressed. I call up on the slope on Saturday (After FINALLY getting into bed at 7am and sleeping till noon) and find there’s not evena listing of his working on her deposit stubs. er. WHAT? so She promises to call and leave messages, but naturally no one’s going to be in the office until Monday. Grr.

So. Tell the asshole, no money and why, and listen to him bitch, but hey no real problem. Cept the bounced check. Oh well. So! Sunday passed relatively quietly. The Girl got to go shopping, the boys were in the ManSpace bonding over some movies, and the Pup and I watched tv in here.

And. Now. It’s Monday. Call to the girl in the office about our money, have the poor girl apologize all over herself feeling awful, assure her it’s ok, she offers to pay any nsf fees (SHOCK) and promises that our check will be hand deposited by her tomorrow at 8:30 when the bank opens. Allrighty then. Lessa decides to curl up back in bed…..

And Asshole says “Uh, sweetheart? I need you to get up, and see if Jen can take the kids and drive me to the ER” WHAT?!? yes. Seems the asshole stepped on an alluminum can lid, and sliced the fuck out of his toe. Oh bloody WONDERFUL. ONe look and it’s stitch worthy, though we both would have gone for the superglue anyway, except he hadn’t had a tetnus shot for over 10 years that we can remember. Fuck. So he’s saying ER because it’s a holiday. I say fuck that and call his doc find out they’ve got a new doctor on staff and she’s working today to come in in an hour. Ok. No problem.

Asshole goes to brush his teeth…… and there’s no. hot. water. erm….. Check the cold, those pipes are fine, check the water heater, and the furnace, everything is working fine, but the hot water is frozen!! FUCK. SO we have the boy start unloading the closet so we can get under the house, start a small heater next to the pipe where it’s frozen as far as we can see, and continue getting ready for the trip to the docs. The pup was still asleep, so we called the sis, and let her know that the Boy would be babysitting and to be on call. Then as we were getting on our coats, (did I mention it’s STILL -31?) the hot water busts loose, and starts to flow, so all is good there. Whew.

SO it’s off to the docs finally where the asshole get’s all stitched up and shit.

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Then. As we’re walking out, they say “that’ll be $260.” and the asshole nearly faints. and he wondered why I was pushing the super glue?!? Fuck.

So that brings us to now. We’ve not even been paid yet, and already $460 in the hole. i was HOPING to make a bloody house payment but uh. gonna have to wait till NEXT payday, as I gotta pay electric and cell phone and gas, and water, and other shit. Man.

Can I call a redo for this weekend? Please?

Like I said – I’d ask what’s next? But I’m really afraid to know the answer…… I’ll be happy with “Happy Tuesday!” instead!