It wasn’t the greatest of evenings around the Hayley House last night.
The problem is, quite simply, The House. It’s wasn’t friendly towards us at all yesterday.
How can a house treat you poorly, you might wonder? I offer the following as evidence:
- The toaster flambeed The Niece’s breakfast.
- The oven shut off – twice – in the middle of cooking dinner.
- The microwave stopped in mid-timing countdown.
- The sprinklers hosed me down – twice, while I was trying to move them. (Ok, perhaps the last was simple user error. But it certainly felt like lemon juice in a paper cut at the time!)
The entire experience of simply trying to perform normal tasks at the end of the workday left me more exhausted after one hour than a full nine hours at the office did.
Dear Hayley House,
Please be nice to me! I’ve painted you and pulled your weeds. I’ve scrubbed your tiles, given you a face lift (and honey, let’s be honest: you needed it) and I think about you all the time. You are my favorite house!
xoxo, Shannah
Toaster, oven, microwave? Is there an electrical current problem?
Toaster=user error
Oven=faulty circuit board that we've been nursing along for a year now.
Microwave=user misunderstanding
All appliances=very frustrating!!