After the faucet incident, plumbers were called, repairs were begun, and I discovered the theft. It still feels weird to say "theft." After the initial shock and dismay over my wedding rings! I think the most upsetting part was that a) someone actually stole from me and b) I had to accuse someone of stealing from me. Weird, that I was more concerned about the accusation than nearly anything else. I cried for two days more because I just couldn't believe I had to accuse someone of this. Someone that I might add, who had been in my house, and had been KIND TO ME. When the repairs were under way, they seemed to be going out of their way to get it fixed in a way that my somewhat less than stellar home warranty coverage would actually cover.
Anyway, hopefully this will be over soon. I told the risk manager at the plumbing company, who has been very nice, that I want this resolved so I don't have to feel this pit in my stomach every time I catch a glimpse of my hand. I still have an indentation in my left ring finger. It's there from the years of wearing it too tight. I was so afraid that it would fall off someday and it's like my ring is still there, just invisible. Weird after almost one full week.
Then there's Jackson. We're on day three of a very weird virus that causes a headache, stomach ache and very high fever. Weird because all three symptoms only occur between the hours of 7 pm and midnight. All day he's fine...then seven pm comes along and boom...sick. And from the moment he wakes until that point, moments when he should be in school, he's whining. Not about being sick, about being bored. Mommy can we bake cookies (um, yeah cause you're not going to stick your germy little hand in the cookie dough at all), mommy can I play on the computer, mommy can you take me to the mall to pick out a present (because that's what I did when his brother broke his arm last year and had to miss the end of school party) mommy can we go to Chuck E Cheese (because why have one virus when you can have 2 concurrently?) I'm blessed he's not actually sick or in any pain, it would just be a bit easier to tolerate being grounded to my house if he acted a bit less peppy, that's all.
And finally, the third wheel, AKA Buddy. Buddy is Melissa's dog and I love Melissa. Buddy is Lucy's best friend and I adore Lucy. Buddy is also one more mouth to feed, one more mess to clean up, and one more living breathing thing to take care of. Buddy is lucky that Dixie and Daisy also think he's pretty cool. If Buddy is a general representation of male dogs, I think I'll stick with females. I don't think my animals are in any way special or anything, and they definitely have their moments (Dixie occasionally shows displeasure with Heath and I by rolling in poop and Daisy at least once weekly poops on Jacksons rug in his room). But Buddy smells like a dog, more like a little boy that's been playing outside all day smells. He just stinks. And he slops his water. No daintily lapping up water for him, after his turn at the "trough" there's water everywhere. And have I mentioned his complete and utter TERROR of thunderstorms? He barks through the ENTIRE performance. Melissa has mentioned this, but mere words cannot impress upon a person the shear exhaustion and absolute stress one feels after listening to a dog bark. NON STOP ALL DAY. And finally, Buddy chases and CATCHES enormous comically disgusting bullfrogs. Like soccer ball sized bull frogs. And then shakes them. Dead.
But, hopefully the worst is behind me. By the end of the week my jewelry ordeal should be over, according to my contact at the plumbing company. Melissa should be back to get her dog and Jackson should be back to school. And then I'm sure Grant or I will come down with whatever Jackson had.
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