I’m In Hell

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This is ridiculous. We explained our plans before any of our renovations began and the construction guys just aren’t getting it. 

What a gongshow. 

We explained to the contractor that we wanted our showerhead lower, we were putting tile on the ceiling above the shower, and we literally drew on the walls where the sink cabinet, mirror, and the above-the-toilet cabinet were going to go. 

They screwed up every single one of those things. So now they’re pissed off that they have to go back and do it again. 

NOT MY PROBLEM. 

After this bathroom is done, I’m taking a break from renovations. I have a couple more weeks of this bullshit – contractors who don’t listen, electricians who know more than the tile guys, and people who simply don’t take a woman’s words seriously and do what they want anyway (which is wrong on every damn level!) – and I’m done with it. I’m not renovating anything for a while afterwards. 

I have another bathroom that needs renos, my kitchen needs to be gutted, and my deck is falling off my house, but fuck it. It can stay that way until I mentally recharge enough to be able to deal with this shit again because I’m at my limit right now. If I snap, it will be because they aren’t listening. 

So MM has taken over. Poor guy has become the middle man. And he’s dealing with it well enough because he won’t put up with their shit. He asks me what I want, we work out a plan, and then he relays that information to the contractors. Simple enough. 

But they’re still screwing shit up. And MM is having none of it. He worked in construction for many years before moving into the oil industry so he has a good idea of how things work. And he refuses to deal with shitty work. If it’s not perfect, he’s not happy and he’ll make them do it the exact way he wants it (which is actually the way I want it). 

Why are these men so quick to blow me off?? When I explain what we had agreed on, why do they not listen to instruction?? And why do they insist on doing things the way they want?? This isn’t their house and they should have more respect. 

And, no, they will not be hired by me again. 

I can’t wait until this renovation hell is over. 

Fiction Writing

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I’ve been trying to find time to write. I promised myself weeks ago that I’d make time for my writing this year. It’s February and I’ve barely written a word so far. 

It’s not that I don’t have ideas or thoughts or story lines. There are a shitload of them whirling around in my mind. I just don’t have the time to get them on paper or on the laptop. 

I am constantly babysitting; construction guys, kitten, kid, MM. Someone always needs something from me. That takes up the majority of my time. 

Or I’m at the rinks. Minor hockey, senior hockey, work…I’m at the rink at least five days a week. I should just take a pillow and sleep in the stands. 

Or I’m dealing with school obligations. Dropping off forgotten lunches, school functions, teacher conferences, or dealing with other school issues. When you have school-aged kids, you’re constantly running back and forth. 

Or I’m running to basketball practice. My son has decided to try basketball this season. And, just my luck, it overlaps hockey games. My schedule is nuts. 

Or I’m sleeping. Not that I get a lot of sleep, but I do manage about 4-6 hours each night after hockey practices, babysitting the renovation guys, taking care of the kitty, cooking, cleaning, laundry, making school lunches, basketball practice, travelling for hockey games, and trying to remain sane. 

It’s not as easy as I make it look. 

So, yeah, my writing has been pushed aside for a while. Again. I’m sure I’ll get back at it…someday.