Thursday, January 31, 2008
Ever since Ellie brought home school germs, she's been a bit of a tantrumy monster, at least compared with her usual self. It's been exhausting in a "please-remind-me-that-this-was-easy-when-she's-a-teenager" kind of way. Some days, like today, our four story house acts as her co-conspirator in all attempts to unravel the thin shreds of sanity I have left. Since each floor has only two rooms, traversing floors to accomplish much of anything is required...and NOT traversing them as required (or stopping mid-way between or reversing direction) has become Ellie's forte. Tonight after Ellie went to bed, I can only suppose the house felt the need to make up for the lost mischief during this potential downtime by killing the furnace. No hot water. No heat. The wind outside is gusting to 45 mph and the wind chill is below zero. The earliest we can call for a repairman will be tomorrow morning after 9am. Excellent.