As mentioned previously, this week is the bathroom remodel. This means no end of difficulty - sneaking downstairs to do my business, brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink, which inexplicably grosses me out, hiding the cats away and praying they don't pee on things to demonstrate their rage - but then there's the real issue.
Waking up early to let the contractors in.
I realize that real people with real jobs wake up before 8, and it's not all that big of a deal to get up early for a few days when a brand-new bathroom is the result, but dragging yourself out of bed a full hour plus earlier than you would, feeling slightly stomach-achey from your string of 6-hour nights, only to sit on your ass for an hour? That's brutal.
This morning that was exactly the case. 8 AM rolled around and no contractor. No worries, I'll just get to work on sending out a few e-mails. 8:30 showed up, and I congratulated myself on not waiting to eat breakfast. When it hit 9, the only thing I could think was "jesus christ, I could have slept a FULL HOUR more. FULL HOUR."
In just the last 12 minutes my boyfriend has already heard this (whispered, of course, when the contractor went back down to his vehicle) approximately 72 times.
Don't even get me started on the cable guy's "I'll be there between 8 and 2" bullshit.
Grand scheme of things? Not important, or even that big of an imposition. Small-scale? I'm gonna be a lot less fun to be around today, I can guarantee it.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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