Update to Slowly Going Insane ...
The fans are staying for another 72 hours.
72 hours of torturous noise.
72 hours of hugging the monster-sized fan between my knees every time I visit the little girl's room and having to shut them all down before showering (I tried to do it without shutting them down on Saturday - VERY VERY BAD IDEA! It's like showering in a hurricane, and about as destructive).
72 hours of sharing a counter and half a sink with the "petite" fan on my bathroom counter.
72 hours of holing up in the den with Himself, where there is some form of entertainment (his computer, my scrapbooking) and the fan noise isn't so bad.
72 hours before I can clean the kitchen/bathroom and their respective floors after having nasty water spread all over them.
In 72 hours (for a total of 144 hours), I might well be insane. Either that or VERY prepared to handle a noisy, wailing infant. At least she will be cute and not have "Disaster Recovery" printed on her side.
My mind has wandered into the "Hmmm....how can we make this torture on the upstairs neighbors as well?" field. Bad, Sara, bad. I think I might be hearing voices ... Maybe the fans keep them up at night too.
2 comments:
Look on the bright side - you could go into labor right now.
At least then I wouldn't have to listen to the fans! :)
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