Yesterday morning, between the alarm and the snooze, I dreamed that there was a roach crawling on the toilet seat. Of course, I made Scott go and check the bathroom before I would even get out of bed.
This morning between alarms, Scott and I were at the house for the walk-through, and it was obvious that some work had been done: the majority of the house had been painted yellow. The shade of yellow was actually fairly neutral and unoffensive. The problem was it looked like the painters had worked in the dark. Whole patches of the wall were still white. The kitchen was worse. They had painted the walls robin's egg blue, given us white appliances, and white-washed my beautiful dark wood cabinets! I started to cry. Scott took out two pieces of bread and shook the crumbs into the carpet. I guess we all handle frustration differently.
Of course, I woke up realizing that it had only been a dream. But I found myself in the shower daydreaming about how many things could go wrong today and tomorrow. I still haven't shaken myself out of it. Hopefully the cinnamon rolls Scott's currently icing will make it all better. If not, he's driving today, so I'll be doing deep breathing exercises in the car.
Namaste...
3 comments:
That's what you get for letting circus freaks paint your house! You didn't think they were paying attention to detail work while balancing on those stilts, did you?
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lol! Thanks for the laugh! Everything was as it should be on Thursday...except the crew of Latina women scrubbing our bathrooms...and the fridge not being there...and that whole "no one told you they changed your closing?" thing. At least it'll be a surprise what the place looks like empty when we finally get to move in!
The closing will happen soon enough, the fridge will eventually show up but eventually you'll wish you had kept those cleaning Latina women!
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