Help! I'm Stuck and I Can't Get Out!

This morning started out just like any other morning.

I woke up to find Thing curled up beside me and Djuna perched up on my hips. I rolled ever as carefully as I could to turn off the alarm (don’t want to disturb Djuna, since she is just beginning to not run away every time I make a sudden movement) before it wakes The Alien up. I made my way quietly to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for the day ahead. I refilled the water bowls at the sink so Thing and Djuna would have water throughout the day which will hopefully keep them from drinking out of the toilet. I made my bed and got dressed. I finally woke The Alien up to give him his morning brushing, then filled all the food bowls and emptied all the kitty pots.

Morning as usual.

The departure from “usual” happened when I tried to back the car out of the garage. That’s when I discovered that the garage door wouldn’t open. I even tried to open it manually, and it still wouldn’t open. How am I supposed to get to work if I can’t even open my garage door!

I went back in to the house and called the office to let them know I’d be late, then I called the repair man – only to discover they don’t open for business until 8:00 (I typically get to work at 7:30). So, since I had time to kill, I called my internet provider to deal with the email problem I’d been ignoring these past few days (all taken care of now!).

Finally, at 8:00, I called the repair man again to schedule a house call. He said he just had to load up his truck, then deal with an emergency call (somebody’s door was stuck open all night), and then he would come over and deal with my problem. He estimated it would be around 9:00 before he’d get to my house, and he was actually pretty dead on.

While waiting for him, I ended up putzing around the house doing this and that. Actually got quite a bit of stuff done, amazingly enough.

Finally, the repairman arrived. When he took a look at the door, he said that my spring had sprung, and that it would take him about an hour and a half to fix it.

He got to work, and I went back to my putzing… which, by the way, really annoyed my girls. They assumed that since I was home when I would normally be at work, then I should be holding them and doing some quality snuggling – the fact that I wouldn’t even sit down for much longer than a few moments was just unfathomable to them.

Finally, $198.00 and 3 hours later, I backed my car out of the garage and headed on to work.