Our house is falling apart and I don’t like it.
A repairman arrived 22 minutes late this morning. Now the entire house wreaks like nasty cigarette and he wore his dirty work boots, traipsing dirt and snow all over the house I just cleaned. Ted even showed him that we don’t wear shoes in the house – and as soon as Ted left for work he put his shoes right back on. Our rugs are now totally, visibly filthy and I have to wash our nice bath mat and towels set that I just washed again because he’s using them to set all his greasy tools on. I am none to thrilled about this as I now have to do laundry, vacuum, clean up even more stains, and deodorize the stink. I literally just did all of this two days ago! And I am even less thrilled that I wasted two whole bottles of miracle cleaner yesterday on upstairs guest bedroom stains that reappeared 10x darker overnight thanks to leaks in the roof and floor. WHY.
This. Is. Not. Normal.
Because merely thinking about the leaks and all the work that this dude just made for me today makes me fuming mad, I’m going to focus on something else, like making stew in the slow cooker. In the meantime, if you love to travel, read this article:
22 minutes…? That’s almost considered early in some circles.
Not at 8 a.m. We got up early so we would be ready for him to arrive promptly at 8 a.m. as promised. I hold grudges when I have to get up early….