The Flood -Part 2

…so when we last spoke, I was late for work because of The Boy’s overflowing shower.
Except it wasn’t the shower, as I found out when I got home from work.

I’d spent the day FUMING.
Work was awful, people were being annoying and I felt like I was living with a toddler.
When I got home and walked into the bedroom, The Boy was attempting to dry the carpet…

Me: OH GOD! Why are you using toilet paper?
The Boy: I’m trying to soak up some of the water.
Me: I told you to get kitchen towel for it!
The Boy: I was running out…
Me: Toilet paper doesn’t soak up liquid, it just disintegrates and covers the carpet in tiny balls of tissue.
The Boy: Oh.
Me: The Boy, how did the shower overflow? I just don’t understand! You must’ve noticed you were standing in a pool of water.
The Boy: Eh, it wasn’t the shower…
Me: *pause* what?
The Boy: It wasn’t the shower.
Me: Why did you tell me it was the shower?
The Boy: Because it was easier than explaining at the time.
Me: So what was it?
The Boy: The sink.
Me: The sink!? I told you to unblock that ages ago too!!! And how did it even happen!!!!!???
The Boy: I was trying multi-task and get things done quickly, so I brushed my teeth while the water was heating up and then got into the shower and forgot to turn the tap off.
Me: How long were you in the shower?
The Boy: 15mins.
Me: So the water was overflowing from the SINK for about 15mins because you forgot to turn off the tap and hadn’t cleaned out the drains I’d asked you to clean weeks beforehand.
The Boy: Yeah.

I didn’t speak to him for about two days.

The carpet was still soaking wet the next morning despite drying attempts and sleeping with the window open on the wettest night of the year. So when I got into work, I Googled “Drying Wet Carpets” for some ideas to prevent mould and damp and us not getting our deposit back when we leave the apartment.
EHow had a page on the issue, so I clicked into it.
At which point my computer went crazy.
And filled up with virus windows.

I shit you not.

The office’s Tech Guy spent THE ENTIRE DAY trying to fix the computer, while I was glared at by my superiors for Googling non-work-related items and messing up the day’s work schedule.
I was also known Porn Girl until I left that evening.

On Wednesday evening, The Boy got a carpet cleaning guy to come out and by Thursday night the carpet was finally dry.
I’ll be honest, I came very close to strangling him during those few days but I resisted…somehow.
It’s pretty awful when you suddenly realise that you feel more like you’re looking after a child than living with your boyfriend.
Because this was just the mouldy cherry on top of the vast amount of basic household things he’s messed up.
I sometimes feel like I need to trail him to make sure he’s doing the stuff he’s supposed to be doing around the house.
He’s just really lucky that he’s a good boyfriend (and very pretty).
I was also somewhat appeased by the fact that he gave me money to replace my beloved clothes that were ruined by the drain water.

*deep breath*
Rant Over.

And don’t worry, I still love him…even when I want to smush his face….


12 Comments on “The Flood -Part 2”

  1. Polly says:

    Oh dear that must have been so stressful for you! I’m sure you’ll look back on it as a funny story eventually though πŸ™‚ x

  2. Conor says:

    Wow. Sounds like you’re living in a Mr. Bean episode or something πŸ˜›

  3. Zakerius says:

    I’m glad the love survived and the crisis didn’t result in hardships!
    Porn girl, that seems like the least likely title for you in any sense.
    Far too sweet & innocent for that πŸ™‚

  4. Herself says:

    Oh noooo office glares are the WORST. Poor Hermia. 😦 glad the carpet got dry sans mould though.

    And The Boy might have messed up, but fair play to him for having the cajones to call a carpet person – most men would be all macho about it and not want to ask for professional help. And he gave you clothes money! Chaching! πŸ™‚ x

  5. White Rabbit says:

    Ahahaha The Boy sounds like hours of fun πŸ˜€ On the positive side you did get new clothes out of the whole situation? New clothes solve all woes no?

  6. whisty says:

    Boys and living-with is almost the worst two things to put into the same sentence when you are a girl… Or so I thought until I moved out from an apt. with a boy and into one with a couple of neurotic, two-faced, bitchy women… What I wouldn’t have given for a soggy carpet then, I tell you!

  7. terra says:

    Stuff like this makes me KNOW that boys are programmed differently. Andrew does stuff like this ALL THE TIME. But I still love him πŸ™‚

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