In the middle of this shitstorm, our lights weren’t working and I made the executive decision to call a real electrician. I know… I know…. real? Yes, one that actually has a company name behind them- who even has a uniform with the company name!

They came this morning around 10am. All I could hear (since I was down below) was, “ohhh…. yikes. …..hmmmmm…..” Six and a half hours later, they were finished and I thought hubby was finished as well. And by finished, I mean dead.

That’s right, his anxiety level each time he heard them stirr (as he was, too, down below) went sky high. In fact, I thought he was sweating so much that he was going to have a heart attack. In fact, with every sound they made, he started calculating how much it was going to cost.

The good news is, he didn’t have too much time to worry about the exorbitant bill- just to fix a fan. A fan that was about $200 but thanks to three different electricians it is now valued at $1340.

Why not? Because this evening, he found an active leak in my basement. And since it was after hours, we now are paying emergency fees… to fix a 60 ft. pipe that is leaking. So, he imagines that will be another grand.

The good news is that I won’t be shaving my daughter with bottled water- cause that shit is also expensive.