Final Thoughts On My Renovation Hell

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A recent text message that I sent to my sister…

“I need to vent. 

Before this bathroom reno, the contractor said he was going to do this job ‘as quickly as possible.’ I’ve learned over the past seven weeks that ‘QUICKLY’ is subjective. 

SEVEN. FUCKING. WEEKS. And they’re not done. Because they came in to fix a fuck-up (fuck-up number 40571845 in the past few weeks!) and just informed me that there’s a leak in the tub. Just as I was thinking, “well, that’s what started this whole disaster in the first place so you better fix it,” he tells me there’s a CRACK IN MY TUB. How does that even happen?! 

I’m so done right now. They replaced the fan and didn’t install it properly. They ruined my hallway walls with their mud and grout. They took chunks out of my walls. And they didn’t even finish the first bathroom before they started on my second bathroom. They have used my son’s face cloth for their toxic putty and other shit. They’ve ruined every single door mat I own. They’ve stained my bathroom mats. I’ve told them daily that the cat is not allowed outside, only to find the front door and garage door wide open! They show up whenever they want – which is usually about 2hrs in the mornings and 2hrs in the afternoons. And they’ve gone missing and don’t show up for 3 days at a time. 

And now, just when we thought we were finally done, they tell me there’s a crack in my god damn tub! 

MM is fucking livid! And so am I. 

I just want them to get their shit done and get the fuck outta my house!”

Her response…

“THAT IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.” 

My sentiments exactly. 

And that’s all I’m going to say about that. 

The End 

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.