I'm don't have a lot of bad days. I'm super lucky that way. Yes, I've had a few real downers in my life, but most days are just good...stable, maybe what some would even call a bit boring, but I like boring.
Yesterday was not boring. And a good part of the day was not good either.
First of all, I woke up with a headache and an assignment due (my classes are done, and I'm in the dissertation phase, but if you earn (18) credits in any subject area, coupled w/your PhD, you can teach it...so I am taking classes too. So I trudged through the homework, headache and all. Luckily, the Tylenol took affect pretty quickly.
Then...I woke my little guy up for school and we did the morning routine thing. I like our mornings. :) On the way out, he says, "Mommy, I switched your computer wires when you weren't looking?" WHAT?!?! Time to take him to school... I came home and did a few things on the computer. Everything seemed okay, until it was time to print. Nothing. I could not figure it out. So I started moving wires to try and figure out what he'd switched. Bad idea. After an hour or so, I finally got it right, hurray! And when I was moving the desk back into position, I RIPPED THE ENTIRE PHONE CORD BOX out of the wall. No kidding.
The only other phone jack is in my 5-yr. old's room. That's where I am now...and the desk, and the desk top computer are in here too (poor kid! who wants mom's stuff in their room??). It's only temporary until the phone doctor comes to fix it...for $100. Ugh. I may have an additional jack put in another room, no one ever liked that phone jack's position anyway.
THEN, the very worst part of the day arrived, and this is where the 'disgusting' part of the post comes into play (if you are easily grossed out, turn away now). I decided to clean closets and started in my bedroom. I never got past my own because when taking my clothes down, I found this:
Black Mold all over the side wall (the exterior side of the house). My stomach just sank. I couldn't see it with the clothes hanging. I've heard so many horrible things about mold, but now it's personal.
Just look at my clothes... and these are not just any clothes, these are my silk nighties, my cushy bathrobes, and my 'dry clean only' expensive work clothes. When I was working I had a wonderful job and over the years purchased a lot of really, really nice clothes. When we moved to Michigan, we decided to have one last baby and I would stay home with him. While that's been INCREDIBLE, WONDERFUL, and GREAT, it's almost meant hubby's salary was the main income. That means I cannot afford to replace those clothes that are ruined. And it made me sad. The more I went through them, the more ill I got. And then it hit me, 'they're just clothes.' So while it's sad for me to have lost those items, I know it could be a lot worse.
Still, it's a big bummer.
Here are some of the items that were closest to the wall:
|Oh my goodness... THAT is worse than disgusting.|
|Not discriminating, the mold ruined my fancier robes...|
|And my soft, cushy ones for being snuggly & warm.|
And now we'll wait and see what the mold man says when he comes to investigate. I'm sure it'll be a cheap fix (not). So...it was definitely not the best of days yesterday, but I was overdue for a yukky one. Hopefully that meets the quota for the next year...or ten.
Have you ever come across such a thing? If so, did you FREAK OUT??? Just the potential health ailments alone have my mind swimming, and this is one problem I can't wait to get ironed out. Stupid mold. Stupid closet. Stupid house. Okay...not the house. I like the house. Well, yesterday I didn't like the house. Stupid house.
(I’m done whining now).