Another disturbed night, not my own doing this time, but that of Twin Two who decided to come and poke me at 4am for a cuddle. It’s hard not to feel resentful at being disturbed through the night when I give the happy little people the majority of my attention during the daytime. And their day is 7am to 9:30pm. So I start Friday feeling groggy and as knackered as I did at the end of Thursday. The past five weeks have aged me by about five years. Small mercies today, Husband finishes work at 1:30pm so I am looking forward to handing over the children reins to be able to get on with the boring stuff without being interrupted every five seconds.
In my not had caffeine state, and sat on my bed trying to work out what form of clothing to put on, black tracksuit bottoms or grey ones? I distinctly get a strong whiff of gas. The boiler is situated in our bedroom and is the only gas source we have in the house. We have recently had issues with the heating so my internal alarm is going off. I call to Husband, who is also upstairs working, did he smell it? The reply is casual, ‘yeah, I smelt it’. Nothing more. No suggestions as to what we should do in response, not interested. I’m aware I’m pretty tired and don’t want to be dramatic but the smell of gas isn’t something that should be ignored should it? I open windows and tell the kids to not switch on any lights. I get the Husband to turn the gas off and call the emergency number. He thinks I am being dramatic and is irritated my flapping is interfering with his day.
Well, it is only on the realisation that another human (gas engineer) is going to enter your home that the horror of the state of it sinks in. I apologise profusely in advance and beg that he does not judge my lack of housework and to remember we are in unprecedented times. I have three children. Life is hard. I am very tired. Did I mention I am tired? We are all banished to the garden while he checks the house over. Thankfully no leak can be found, possible problem could be because the boiler is overdue a service and it’s gathering a small build up of gas when it reignites. Advises carbon dioxide alarms and to get boiler serviced asap. Husband and I used to live in a council flat when we first got together, and quite often we had workman who would need to access the property or carry out a repair. From chatting to one workman he shared how there were only certain homes he would accept a cup of tea if offered. If the house wasn’t in a great state he wouldn’t take his chances for fear of how clean the mug was. The gas engineer was very kind and didn’t openly judge the state of my house, but I seriously doubt he would have accepted a cup of tea from me today, even if the circumstances were different.
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