UMM!!! I'm thinking about using some swears right now because that seems like the ONLY THING that can fully express what just happened...
I mean, NO SOONER had I posted the below blog post, and Ransom had finally slept for a whole 15 minutes and I was considering the Great Move towards his bed when the DOOR BELL RINGS.
This wakes up Ransom a little bit, but not totally.
So I say a silent prayer that they won't ring it again...and I WILL Ransom to not fully wake up.
AND THEN THE DUDE STARTS BANGING.
I didn't come to the door with the ringing, is BANGING such a great idea?!?!
So, I get up, steam LITERALLY coming forth from my ears, leaving my now screaming child in his bed and proceed to the front door.
Typical Plumber Looking Dude ( and all that implies) is standing there. He's like, "So, I've tried to fix your leaky ceiling before, but, uh....I guess that didn't work. So, uh. I'm going to come back on Monday and hopefully fix it."
After NOT attending to my leaky roof for THREE MONTHS you decide this is the day to come tell me that you're going to come on MONDAY?! Is that SO?!?
I've entered the THIRD LEVEL of angry right now.
( this means that I called my friend Amy and vented to her and that was not enough, and so I called my sister Anna and vented to her and that was not enough either...and so NOW I'm venting to my blog...and I'll probably go ahead and promote this to a level FOUR when Brett gets home ( lucky him).