Today, I was an insult to self-sufficient, intelligent women everywhere. I made my husband laugh so hard (and so many times) that he didn’t even mind packing up a toddler, driving her to the store only to drive her home and then back again to the store. Note: she was less amused. Second Note: Hubband is sometimes a saint.
It all began when I got on the treadmill (what is it with me and freaking treadmill issues) and there was a loud *pop* and everything turned off. Immediately, I knew it was a circuit breaker. The only problem is, I had really only dealt with them in apartments in the past and I had no idea where our box even was. I called Hubband and he told me where it was located.
I walked outside and began trying to pry open a box (mistake # 1) that contained……….. cut cords that went nowhere. I know what a breaker box is so I moved on. I look up and there it is in all its obvious glory. I feel like an idiot because that tiny box that I just pried open was most certainly not the correct box. Hubband begins to give me insane instructions about how the correct switch will “give a little, but not much”. I gingerly start poking switches and 3 of them flip really easily. Ooops. Did I mention Hubband works from home sometimes and has an elaborate set-up (he’s an IT engineer) in his office that cannot just randomly be shut-down?
I am hot and frustrated and my sugar is starting to feel a little low. I stomp back inside and run up and down the stairs between the room with the power outage and said breaker box numerous times flicking random-ass switches (in for a penny, in for a pound). Nothing is working. Hubband is asking me if I want him to come home before he even goes into the store with GG. I am fighting the urge because I really want to fix it myself, but I want my office to have electricity again.
After several failed attempts, I give in and ask him to come home. I am embarrassed and sweaty and a little shaky. He walks right over to the box and I immediately bury my face in my hands. I start shaking my head in denial. This cannot be happening. I was fucking with my neighbor’s circuit box for the last 20 minutes. Two. Separate. Buildings. I live in a house, and they live in a different house (I know- hence the term neighbor). I legit walked outside and walked over to a separate building and didn’t register it (apparently mostly living in apartments screws with your logical sense of space).
I sulk over to the box (on the side of our house) to see what he is pointing at and, of course, one of the breakers is half-flipped and it is immediately obvious I could have handled this on my own. I am not sure I will ever live this down. He used to tell me I was smarter than him. I’m not sure either of us will ever believe that again. I had (finally) gained credibility back after pregnancy brain (and then sick brain) had made me stupid.
My neighbors hate me because I randomly shut on/off sections of power and/or devices in their house. I have been hiding in my house all day fearing retaliation. This was on a Sunday, so hoping they were at work is not realistic. I am hoping they think their house just decided to randomly malfunction and then “heal” itself.
If it makes you feel slightly better, I’m a grown-ass (well, as grown as a Hobbit can be) woman, have my own apartment, and I still call my daddy to come kill cockroaches for me. 😀
Lol. When I lived in Florida my cat Faith caught a frog and ran around my house with it and I shrieked like a damsel in distress and called a friend to come deal with it.
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Glad I’m not the only one. I would probably burn down the house and move into a tent in my parking space if a frog made its way into my house lol
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