A heaviness hangs in the air. It’s a desperate feeling. I still cry every other day trying to work through things in my mind. It gives me a headache and makes me lethargic. The kids feel the impending doom of school being around the corner.
We have a dry erase calendar with six weeks up at a time. Gwen was so upset when she saw that school was on the calendar. She doesn’t want to know about it. Summer is like a comfortable bed. Easy to get into and hard to get out of. It feels like this summer started out so slowly. We did so many things in such a short amount of time I couldn’t believe how much summer was actually left. Now that blasted first day of school keeps creeping up higher and higher on the calendar.
It’s been a boring week. I was nesting on Monday. For some reason this is my new way of coming home from trips. I clean the whole house and put every bit of luggage away. Heath told me that our air conditioning went out last Saturday. The landlord sent someone over Monday morning to fix it. When he left I thought of taking a shower but had gotten into my cleaning. I never got a shower that day because the handyman showed up later to fix our leaky shower. He never calls first. He’s not my favorite person!
Monday and Tuesday the handyman and his friend (who I trust more than the handyman) spent many hours at our house working on repairing damage from the leaky shower. The kids were climbing the walls. I was too. Wednesday we sat around expecting Handyman and Friend to show up. Nada. We wasted our day inside. Gwen and I scrapbooked. Her whole kindergarten year is creatively preserved in her scrapbook.
Who knows if Handyman tried to come over but missed us. I hope he did. Learn to use the phone! I guess it’s hard when he leaves his iPhone at other clients houses and asks to use my internet to track it down! Then takes off for 45 minutes to retrieve it only to realize the clients aren’t home. This actually happened. He also used electrical tape on the pipes under our kitchen sink when they kept separating and flooding our kitchen.
I think Handyman Friend was a blessing. No duct tape was used to reseal the shower drain. We looked. They left a big hole in the ceiling and came back the next day to patch it. I just wonder when they are ever going to come back to finish the job. I don’t even care. We were too busy freezing in our pool yesterday. Temps have been mild this week. And playing at the park today.
Heath worked from home on Tuesday. It was probably a lot of reasons that played into that decision. I like to believe he did it for me. I told him to bring me home greasy hamburgers on Monday because my day was shot, I was stinky, and depressed. He saw the handyman and told me later, “He’s about 15 degrees off … normal.” It’s true. He’s a little weird.
So we’ve had time to do whatever we want but nobody seems happy. It’s like the kids sense their freedom slipping through their fingers but they can’t figure out what they want to do. I’m so glad we don’t have any other trips or anything major planned. That would stress me out to do that just before school started. A friend once said that she tried to cram all the fun stuff into the last weeks of summer because of a picture her son drew. The teacher had the kids draw what they did over the summer. He drew himself sitting in front of the TV! We welcome the boredom but it’s still boredom. The kids walk around the house like zombies. They don’t know how to enjoy their fleeting freedom.
In the meantime I have one more vacation story to tell but I’m not feeling it. I’ve been kind of grouchy lately. I kind of want to yell at everybody. The stress is getting to all of us. Apparently we can’t pay people to take away my dad’s stuff. His taste does not fit the demographics of the neighborhood he lives in so there’s really no way to sell it. It’s frustrating. Tyson suggested we burn it all. Sounds good to me. But Heath is a partypooper and says the fines are too high.
I’m just sick of stuff. This stuff is taking over our lives. Stuff that we didn’t know about or care about is now our problem. We all just want to burn the stuff and sell the house and be done with all of it. Ugh.
Ed found a Weird Al video that reminded him of me. The video makes me laugh and it cracks me up that Gwen knows all the words. While there are some things in the song that are my pet peeves I’m not normally that upset by people’s English mistakes. But the song kind of fits my mood lately. Peppy with a heavy dose of sarcasm and irritation. Enjoy.