Do you see what's happening here? There goes my shower. The contractors built a chute to send down the tiles and the rest of the debris. I appreciate them waiting until after my ladies weekend. I wish it was still the weekend. It just dawned on me how much I have to do before Saturday, when we're leaving for a family vaca after my classes. Holy Mother. This is the busiest I've been in a while. Let's see . . . I need to . . . prep for two parent presentations on Saturday, generate report cards for my Saturday classes, finish 6 months of spreadsheets for my eBay business from last year, work with my husband to design our new bathroom and purchase everything we need. I have $34 in my checking account today, so all I have to offer to the project are my tasteful ideas and high-caliber opinions. Money really does talk. You can talk when you don't have money, but it must sound different . . . kind of hollow and weak.
There's more on my plate but I'd rather not go into the details. I still haven't cleaned up much from the weekend. I was going to do that now but the contractors broke one of the pipe part things so the water is turned off, making cleaning too complicated. Might as well update the blog. Can't do my accounting and grading and so forth until after the kids go to bed anyway.
My left eye has been twitching since this morning. I feel like going to Daisy's school office and asking if I can lay down on the cot. Tell the health clerk and office manager my eye's twitching because they took out one of our bathrooms and the hammering and the this-and-that are getting to me. Probably run into Daisy while I'm there.
So guess how I'm spending the rest of my afternoon? I'm driving my kids an hour to meet my mom at Chuck E. Cheese. She wouldn't let me get out of our weekly visit and I'm going to have to blame my middle brother for that. He moved to Berlin a few days ago. My mom's sadness is manifesting in some wild comments I would put in the I-can-say-anything-I-want-because-I'm-a-senior-citizen category. I need to talk her down and give her some time with the grandkids. Maybe a little Chuck E. Cheese is just what we need.