1: I'm all power-ported up and ready to go. I feel like a sore Iron Man, but I've got my handy Percocets on stand by.
2: Today was vent-cleaning day in the WonderHouse. DH asked MIL to be here while they did their cleaning to make sure they didn't steal our sht, but that's it. They were supposed to be done by the time I got home from the doctor. We left the house at around 12, got home at about 3:45. So we pulled up in front of the house, and the vent cleaners' truck is still here. DH raised an eyebrow and told me to wait in the car while he sees how much longer they'd be. I'm like, *doodly doo whaaaatever*. A few minutes later he came stalking back out of the house, got in the car, and took a lot of big deep breaths. I cracked a smile and was all, "whatchyo mama do now! hahahahaha" (I'm still coming off the sedatives so pardon if this sounds crazy). Here's his rundown:
The vent cleaning company, recommended by SIL, is one farkin guy with a giant vacuum cleaner. Also, MIL had taken it upon herself to reclean a bunch of sht DH just cleaned. She changed sheets that he changed yesterday. She's inexplicably unloaded our dressers and is "reorganizing" or something. All I know is, piles of clothes are in the basement. She was vacuuming when DH brought me upstairs and he yelled TURN THAT OFF! STOP VACUUMING, IN FACT, STOP DOING STUFF ENTIRELY!
Her face was on the floor. He nicely put me in the bed, gave me my 1000 calorie shake, and is now downstairs cussing her the hell out. Hahaha I wish I could hear what he was saying, but it's tough over the vent cleaner guy's giant engine. I'm sure DH will fill me in.
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