Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Ya gonna listen next time?

This weekend was nice. It RAINED around 10am!

What was nice was that we were able to open up the windows in the house. AH....fresh air. And it was cool air too. It had been a cold storm that blew through so the temperature dropped significantly after that morning shower.

Once the rain stopped, the Hubs started to open up all the windows in the house.

Me: Honey? You're opening ALL the windows?
Hubs: YUP!
Me: I normally only open up the windows under the patio there in case it rains again.
Hubs: It'll be fine.

It started raining again around 1pm. I walked upstairs to find my daughter's window (which faces south) screen had water droplets on it. I walked to the window. WET CARPET. I shut the window and sauntered downstairs.

Me: Your daughter's carpet is wet.
Hubs: Huh?
Me: Yes. The rain? Remember?
Hubs: Yeah.
Me: When you open the windows on a semi-cloudy day like today, you need to monitor the direction the rain is coming down.
Hubs: Uh. Okay.

Around 7pm (before getting the kids ready for bed), the Hubs went and closed the remaining windows that were open. Luckily, he did because during the middle of bathtime, the rain started up again.

After storytime and the tucking in ritual, I walk downstairs ready to take my own leisurely shower.

[splash-spash-splash]

I heard raindrops. CLEAR as day. Like I was outside. Dang-and -tarnation! There must be a window still open! I ran to where I heard the water.

The OFFICE. Window. Wide open. My work laptop. A foot away from the window. The only saving grace is that we have shutters and the shutters were not completely open. If they had been? Someone would have received bodily injury.

My laptop? Didn't have a drop of water on it.

The shutters had water drops all on the inside. The window ledge had water on it. The wall below the window had a couple tiny streams going down. Onto the Hubs precious cherry floors.

Do you think the Hubs will listen to me the next time I warn him about something? Probably not. But I won't stop his (I hate to say this) s-t-u-p-i-d-i-t-y. I'll just make sure none of my stuff is ruined in the process.

ARGH!

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