Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing

Baby did a bad bad thing.  Yes, that would be me.  I am/was in sooooooo much trouble.  Last night...wait...last weekend...wait...a few weeks ago....well, let me say that I think it is all The Hubby's fault, not mine.  A few weeks ago he got a wild idea that we needed to start conserving energy and save money by turning off the hot water tank at the cabin while we are not there.  First of all, The Hubby is not a "green" person.  Second, how much are we really saving on the tiniest of hot water tanks when we could obviously save money elsewhere, not, a couple of bucks.  Well, he created an edict that, "We shall turn off not only the water but the hot water tank when we shall leave said cabin!"  Edict given!  Okay, I've done it all of once after having him show me where the breaker box is under the cabin, ICK...snakes and spiders might be in residence...ICK!  Now to last weekend.  Last weekend was the girls weekend and after they had all left it was time for me to shut the cabin down.  Lights off, windows shut, air turned up or down depending, ice maker bar up, water shut off and breaker(s) for hot water shut off, doors locked.  Check, Check, Check!  Mind you I've only done the hot water tank once so as I ducked my head and found the breaker box, in the dimly lit underbelly of the cabin I thought two breakers said hot water (glasses).  I flipped and was on my way home.  Occassionally during the week I would think, "Hmmm, maybe I should have turned one breaker."  That thought was brief.  We finally arrived last night about 7 pm and when I went into the cabin I thought there was a rather sour smell.  I proceeded to unpack the groceries and try to feed Clayton when I heard, "COME HERE FOR A MINUTE."  Uh oh.  I went to the top of the stairs that lead to the garage and under the cabin and The Hubby was there by the deep freeze with it's door open and the stench was awful.  "You turned off the freezer breaker too.  Did you not see on the label that only one breaker was to be turned off.  How hard is it to turn off the one breaker, not two." Yadayadayadayadayada.... All I could say was, "I'm sorry."  I just, well, I, uh, I,....I didn't really know what to say.  The stinky water was running and the fish he had worked so hard in catching and fileting were gone.  GONE!, and it was all my fault. 

I felt so bad that now he was trying to clean up the stench and he was hungry and tired and it was all my fault.  I went back to the kitchen and continued to unpack the groceries and feed Clayton while he cleaned the mess.  He was cussing under his breath, at me and I was cussing loudly at myself.  I felt so bad.  The dog was fed and I had gone to the bedroom to take a bag when I heard him in the kitchen getting something.  He stomped downstairs and then I thought, "It's quiet.  Where's Clayton!"  I flew into the kitchen and he was nowhere.  I looked down to the garage with all the doors open and asked The Hubby if he was down there.  "Well, no!"  Uh oh...I was out the door in a flash with Clayton's leash and hollering when the neighbors hollered that he was "over here."  I rushed over and said where as they pointed away down the road.  He was being chased, playfully by the other neighbors dogs and it was a trek to go after him.  He doesn't come to us out like that and just won't listen when he is FREE!  Stupid dog!  Oh man, I was running after him in my boots on the rocky road but FINALLY I caught up and he stopped and waited.  Stupid dog!  Boy, I was already tired.  I got back to the neighbors deck, sat with him on my lap, leash firmly attached and enjoyed the firepit for a bit before I went back to wait to cook us a little something to eat, scrambled egg sandwiches.  The Hubby worked and worked getting all the thawed smelly fish and stenchy water out of the freezer while I waited upstairs.  He finally popped inside whistling and talking baby talk to the dog about 8:30.  Hmmm, what's with that.  I asked if he was ready for me to fix the sandwiches and he said yes that would be nice.  What is up with that.  Oh, I know.  If he lets it go, well, it would not be good.  Maybe he realizes that he just put too much pressure on me with the breaker box thingy.  I know I'm married to an electrician but I am not an electrician.  Whew, things are fine.  The smell is gone and he is not yelling.  All is good and he has gone fishing this morning.  Side note...some of the bags were still frozen!  Yeah!  So my inside freezer is stuffed until the other deep freeze is back up and running and cold. 

Last night the dog was beside himself with all the noises that come with being out in the country.  He whined and cried all night long and heard every noise there was.  We slept with the window open a bit but the fan was not on to drown out the outside noises and he heard every single stupid NOISE.  Today he is bundled up in bed sleeping soundly...may have to join him again.

(What happened to spell check on this thing...not good.)