When it rains, it hails?

Today was one of those days.  One of those that you wish that you could just fast forward until it was almost tomorrow and everything in the universe was once again in its appropriate balance.

Nothing out of this world horrible.  Nothing we couldn't shrug our shoulders at.  Just one of those days.

Yesterday our grinder pump was on the fritz so I came home to a plumber working outside.  This thing has been making so much noise every time water gets used.  Then R took a shower yesterday and an alarm from our garage went off.  Apparently we have a grinder pump alarm, who knew?

So the plumber tries to fix it, tries all sorts of things, yada yada yada, and next thing we know he needs to get to the tank for this crazy device which is, of course, buried beneath one of the hideous holly bushes that flanks our front porch.

Now we are not fond of these bushes, and they were actually in the plans to be axed anyway when we re-landscape our yard.  But the plumber wasn't the person we had envisioned digging these ugly things up.  So he got to work digging these things up and at this point I fled the premises to take G to the park for some afternoon delight.  R called me to update me on the lovely situation at home... the plumber(s, plural at this point as he called in for back-up once he realized this grinder pump problemo had escalated to the next level) finally reached the tank, opened it up, and they said hundreds of roaches came out of the sewer line.  Omg, barf.  It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.  Gag.

So then R is calling pest control to get them out here today since the roaches scattered in all directions.  Gag.  Barf.

Sayonara, holly bushes.  Trash can is covering the tank lid (not sure why - to keep out the roaches??) in the hole.

By this point it was nearing dark and the plumbers said that we needed to replace the whole thing.  But that they would have to get the new parts and finish the job the next day.  It turned out to be quite the expensive project for a grinder pump that we didn't even know existed!

They came out today and finished the job in the rain (poor plumbers) and survived amidst a crazy five minute hail storm.  (I hope the roaches were pummeled by the hail, wherever they may be hiding.)

Crummy phone pic of hail in our beautiful backyard.

I took G to his gymnastics "class" this morning.  Side note/tangent - he is, by far, the worst gymnast in this little class.  Ha!  To his credit, he is also the youngest by far, but he would much rather go check out the floor fan or wander around the gym than do forward rolls and walk on a balance beam.  The class is only once a week and for 30 minutes, so it is good exposure if nothing else, I suppose.  But he may just be a little bit too young for this now.  Side note/tangent done.

After his class, he went down for a nice nap and I was anticipating a calm and lazy rest of our rainy day. Wrong.  So wrong.

He was Mr. Grumps for the entirety of the day after he woke up.  Severe case of the Mr. Grumps.  Cried at practically everything Mr. Grumps.  He was driving me bonkers.  I raised my voice a couple of times, which I never do.  I put him in his crib and let him cry for five minutes because my head was pounding and I needed a small mental break.

I felt bad leaving him with R when I left for work, and I hate to admit it, but it was nice to drive the 45 minutes (in the rain, in traffic, nonetheless) without hearing a crying toddler.  And I had to laugh when getting these texts from R (No, I do not text and drive.  Only text while at a red light.)

Sometimes there is nothing like complete silence.

I know these days are bound to pop up from time to time.  Thankfully they don't happen often and I can always laugh about them later.

This pic was taken yesterday, when he wasn't Mr. Grumps.  :)