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This was a bad week. A very, very, very bad week. Pretty much nothing went right for the first few days and therefore the last few were spent trying to get caught back up.
Sunday – rest
It was time for a nice family day. I did the weekly grocery shopping and then we went to lunch and to see the movie “Sing.” It was really cute, although not one of my favorites.
We all desperately needed the down day.
Monday – rest
I thought about getting up early to run the bridge before Mr PugRunner left town, but I wasn’t feeling incredibly motivated. Boo on me.
We had a relatively normal morning, until we left for work and school. There was an odd smell in the garage. We couldn’t quite put our finger on it but it smelled like burnt plastic.
Before leaving for the airport, Mr PugRunner called me at work to let me know that the smell hadn’t dissipated and that he also saw a mouse in the garage. He advised me to call the fire department when I got home to see if they could send someone over just to check things out.
Not at all how I was envisioning my day, you know?
I made the call when I got home, reaching out through the non-emergency number. Dispatch told me they would send someone over shortly. Five minutes later, I heard sirens (the fire station is about two miles away), and was pretty embarrassed when two full trucks, the paramedics and I can’t even tell you who else showed up.
The firemen were awesome and totally sympathetic. They smelled something too but they couldn’t find the source. They went through the whole house, completely decked out in their hazmat gear, but found nothing, other than that the smell seemed to come from the hot water heater (but nothing was reading hot on their equipment). Their suggestion was to call an electrician and go from there.
In the meantime, one of my neighbors had taken little man to her house (she saw he was getting really upset) and promised her husband would come over later to check things out. He is an aircraft inspector, and she said he was pretty good at locating problems.
It took him about 20 minutes to get to the bottom of our situation.
I about lost my mind. Fire is one of my greatest fears, and to have something burning under my own roof was pretty upsetting. My neighbor turned off the fuse to the heater, while Mr PugRunner worked on his end to get our home warranty company to get us a plumber to correct things.
Biggest downfall: no hot water until the mess was remedied.
Tuesday – rest
I begged off my run because I could handle a quick cold shower, but really didn’t want to wash my hair if I didn’t have to. For little man, I heated water in a huge pot on the stove. We were totally pioneering it.
It was just an awful day. I was stressed, out of sorts and worried. I channeled all of that into shopping for big pots and plants for our outdoor patio – we have a beautiful area, but we never really “dressed it up” short of the grill and the table and chairs, and it seemed like a reasonable thing to do.
Wednesday – rest
The plumber was scheduled for right after I got home from work. He walked into the garage, took one look at the hot water heater and made a call to the warranty company to let them know we would be needing a new one, stat. I love having the warranty company because it makes these huge repairs much less of a financial burden, but I was really annoyed that it meant one more day without hot water.
My parents had come over to have lunch with little man at school (he was being such a trooper but he was really out of sorts), and stayed to help with the patio.
It was Papa Bear’s birthday and they had dinner reservations, but they suggested we join them for a more casual meal and use the shower at their house. I really didn’t want to go anywhere, but at the end of the day, it was easier than trying to put something together at home and dealing with heating up more pots.
Thursday – rest
WATER HEATER DAY!!! The plumbers arrived around 11:00 and by lunchtime, we were good to go! I was beyond ecstatic, and when the tank filled up and the first hot water came through, I was beyond happy. Be. Yond.
Of course, that meant it was time to do laundry and run the dishwasher and all that fun stuff, but I didn’t care.
Little man had one last dinner out and then I took him to Cub Scouts. I don’t often attend these meetings, and it was fun to see him in action.
And then, by 9:00 PM, Mr PugRunner was home.
Friday – 6.7 miles, running
And I could finally run again! Glory hallelujah! I got in a lovely five miles in the morning,
and then went out again with Mr PugRunner and little man for just under two in the afternoon. It was heavenly.
I had some work to do for an article I was writing, and then had a “ladies lunch” with a few friends who work in the area.
That evening, I had agreed to take some photos for the Daddy Daughter Dance, and it was a pretty crazy event with tons more kids than expected. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, though, so it went well.
Saturday – rest
Saturday was Pinewood Derby Day! Mr PugRunner took little man to the venue to weigh in his car, named Flash, but then renamed Blur, while I ran some errands. I met my parents at the house and we drove to the race together.
I have never seen a Pinewood Derby in action, and it was crazy! We had a long talk with little man about doing his best, but that there were a lot of kids and dads who had been making these cars and racing for years, so even if he didn’t win, the whole point was that they had fun and cheered on his den-mates. Mr PugRunner really isn’t very handy (he’s got hundreds of great qualities, but building isn’t one of them), so we really didn’t know what to expect for poor Blur.
My heart pretty much stopped when little man’s car came up on the leaderboard. And I about passed out when Blur won all three of his heats! How did that even happen???? Little man was thrilled and shocked all at once!
He came in second place in his den and went on to the final round, where he didn’t place. He was a little disappointed about that, but we pointed out how awesome he did on his first try. While it’s hard to watch them be upset, it did bring out a little edge of competitiveness we never knew he had. Usually, he just shrugs things off, but this time he said “I know exactly what we have to do next year” and jumped right on his iPad to look up derby car designs.
We celebrated his wins and Papa Bear’s birthday with a delicious early dinner and headed home.
I am pretty wrung out after this last week. It was a great deal of stress and upset and anxiety, with absolutely no outlet for me. I was cranky, and miserable, and I really needed a break. And hot water. Definitely hot water.
PS. We never found the mouse.
So. Onward and upward, right? This week is going to be great! I’m going to make it that way!
How was your week in training?
Do you ever have weeks where everything seems to go horribly wrong.