Confounded Woman!

Remember the tree-planting incident with my son? It has resulted in a water-leak that has yet to be addressed. I asked my husband to look at it, and he replied that it was my son’s responsibility to fix because he broke it. It makes sense, but my son is 12 and has no plumbing knowledge (or gardening knowledge, apparently), so I pointed out it was over his head and therefore hubby was on the hook. Then Eric began a very fatherly-like speech, saying things like, “he needs to learn to finish things,” and “how will he ever learn,” etc.

This morning I nearly slid off the toilet because the seat my husband attempted to install had simply been placed on the toilet and not bolted on. It took all of my ninja skills to remain vertical and not end up in an awkward heap between the wall and the toilet with my pants down.

That is all.