Awesome. Thanks.

Every time my husband goes away on business something happens. Not anything ultimately disastrous just something enough to mess up the delicately balanced sanity that one needs to grip with white knuckles until he gets home.  Working full time and then starting the second job, the toddler job, when getting home can really rack some nerves. Oh and don't forget the shopping, cooking and cleaning. And when the hell can I wash my hair?!

So this particular trip's fresh hell brought us a leak in the ceiling from the numbnuts kitchen upstairs. Actually the leak was in the electrical outlet. Bubbling, gurgling, with water running under the countertop and raising it up just enough to tilt everything towards the sink.  So the landlord ripped out the soggy ceiling and let wet drywall and black stuff, oh just probably black mold ("spray it with bleach," he says) rain down on dishes and cabinets. Awesome.  So this is my kitchen right now. Did I say awesome yet?  This is the awesome-est.