Photo: What is that? Oh, well, if you look closely, you’ll see a wire danging in front of my car in the middle of my driveway. You see, I had a beautiful morning planned of some light grocery shopping and cleaning while Ursa Major was at preschool yesterday. But when I left Roche Bros. and went home to drop off the groceries, I found a wire blocking my path. I got out of my car and stared at it like an idiot. Was it a live wire? I can’t drive over that, right? Who do you call for that kind of thing? I broke out my phone to ask Google, but instead my neighbor (who I share the driveway with) came out to inform me that it was “just” a telephone wire and that the police and Verizon would be out within the hour to fix it. Of course, that would mean that my driveway would not be available for me to drive up or down when it was time to pick up Ursa Major from school, so, I had to run right into town and pick him up early. I barely beat the trucks to the scene. Lordy.
It is 4 in the afternoon, the men just left my house, my children are screaming because they didn’t nap that long… I have a house to prepare for a guest who I wasn’t even expecting but, being the southern girl that I am, invited over for dinner in a house that is woefully unprepared for any sort of company…
I’m all for taking a bite of the Apple of Discord from time to time, but this, ladies and gentlemen, is a little bit much.
And that’s after a crazy day yesterday that included a telephone wire dangling in the middle of my driveway, the discovery that my oil tank for our home heating was down to 1/8th full, pulling Ursa Major out of school early so as to facilitate the work on the telephone wire… and managing the men in this house. And for all of the work that they are doing, in this, the “last week” of work on the house, I’m feeling like it will just go on and on forever amen. Indeed, I was really hoping that we’d have a weekend free of men. I was going to have my mother visit and I was going to enjoy the Superbowl with my husband in a space fully ours… but I’m pretty sure I’m looking at yet another week of this. Yet. Another. Week.
When it rains, it pours, right?
I’m baking bread for Rose to say thank-you for the wonderful dinner that she delivered to us 2 weeks ago. She was supposed to come over for coffee and see the house, but now I think I’m going to have to deliver it. I think I’m also feeling overwhelmed because that’s a lot of social stuff for me, quite frankly. Interestingly, though, I was invited to pizza after school tomorrow by the two mean-girl moms at preschool. I just sent a very nice, but also short, “thank you but no thank you” email. I don’t know what’s up with that, but I’m not interested.
Ursa Major just opened the door of the nursery (his crib is entirely too close to the door) and just called out of it the following: “Um, excuse me mommy… I just wanted you to know that… um… I think I’m really, uh…poopie.” and then Ursa Minor just screamed in the background “MAMA!! MAMA!!!”
So, I guess my time for blogging is over and my time for everything else that requires my attention starts again now.
I plan to dream about a boat in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay tonight. Just enough room for one person, a fishing rod, a cooler for what I catch and a cooler for my beer and a few sandwiches… and my kindle. That’s where I go on days like this.
There will be Quiet Thoughts on Friday. I just might have to write them at 5am (also known as the only quiet time this house ever sees).
Pictures of the chaos!
Oh.. and by the by… we had our oil tank filled today. $890. Unbelievable. We started the month of January with a full tank of oil, ya’ll. Two cold snaps later, and this is what we’re dealing with. I still have 2 months of winter ahead of me… I swear, purchasing a home was just a bad idea…