Today our housekeeper asked me is she could do the yard work too. Are you KIDDING me??? Woo Hoo! MOH (My Other Half) has agreed to pay the yard work portion while I continue to pay for the housework. Donna is a fabulous woman - without her this house would be a disaster! Plus she puts up with the crazy dogs and cats who live here...
One more day until MOH (My Other Half) leaves for a month and here we have it. The mystery leak from behind the wall in my bathroom is finally being addressed. There are two men here who claim to be plumbers. This is their second visit today, because as you know from previous posts, there is always a site visit first. They come, they look, they leave, and sometimes they come back. At least they brought their own tools this time (that’s directed at you useless electrician aka eye-bolt inserter).
My bathroom wall is being ripped open. They believe the leak is coming from the adjacent bathroom, but they’re going in through mine (behind the bidet). Who the hell is going to repair the wall when they’re done? These “plumbers?” I think not. I’m sure there’s another group that will be sent to do that. In the mean time I fear the cats with enter the hole never to be seen again.
MOH is on leave until his trip Friday so it’s easy for him to be at their beck and call. If this is not all fixed by tomorrow (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – right) then we have a problem. I cannot afford to take leave from work to deal with house shit, especially since sometimes they just don’t show up. I’ll take a picture when they leave tonight and add it to the post.
Don’t worry! It’s a work thing. He’ll be gone for a whole month, though, and I really hate that! You’ll remember from previous posts that as soon as MOH (My Other Half) leaves things go to shit here. Last time it was the dead rat and the broken telecommando. He was only gone for a week that time. I dread the month long absence.
He’ll be back in the states and gets to spend a week with his daughter, which is wonderful!!! She’s almost 15 – really hard to believe. The other three weeks will be spent doing Top Secret Squirrel stuff which I am not allowed to discuss. On the plus side, I will send him back with a shopping list of items that I cannot find here, mostly cosmetics and girly things. He’s a good sport and will find the appropriate make-up counter and hand the list over. He brought me 10 mascaras last time and I’m still working my way through them.
He has another trip scheduled in June for a conference in Paris and I am sooooo tagging along on that one! He spent last weekend there being wined and dined by three hotel/conference centers. His recommendation weighs heavily on where they will hold it and the bonus is that they really set him up while he was there and will give him the same kind of suite and amenities in June. Oh I cannot wait to be pampered in Paris! We travel often here, but our accommodations are the least of what we spend our money on. I have to admit that I am looking forward to spending a week living the good life. I’m afraid I am a little shallow. I want to stay in a gorgeous suite and have a key to the executive lounge. I want to spend my days roaming the streets, shopping, and finding little out-door cafes where I can sip wine and people watch. But I digress.
He leaves in four days and I will miss him like crazy – thank God for Skype! He does a lot around the house so this will force me to get off of my ass and act like an adult when it comes to certain things; he spoils me. He’s also the main cook so I’ve been trying to prep for being responsible for my own meals. I don’t want to become a slave to pizza rolls and microwave meals (which I tend to do), but I hate dirtying so many dishes for one person. The dogs are also a lot of work, but I can handle them. I think if I get up half an hour earlier in the mornings I should be able to do just fine.
It’s all good because it has to be. This should be the last long trip, for which I am very thankful. I’m sure my posts will become more frequent again with his absence. I am asking for no broken down cars or sick animals. MOH, my love, travel safe and come home soon.