At only 1030 AM I am frustrated and feeling harrassed. We have three toilets in our townhouse, and have known for a while that the one in our ensuite has been having problems, gurgling, tank not filling. So I booked a plumber to come in this morning and fix that one, and also see how the others are doing as this place is 20 years old. This plumber needs help with holding things while he screws in something, and then he stepped iinto a mess he made on the floor. He asked if I had some towels he could put down as his socks are dirty and will soil the carpet. I asked about him having those booties that workers often wear inside, but noooooo - he doesn't have any. God, this is his job - why don't men think about things like that? I mean, he does this every f - ing day. And then my husband is home (that new job lasted one week) and is getting involved and in the way. For almost 20 years, I was the one home and dealt with workers repairing appliances, cleaning carpets, servicing the furnace annually, new flooring, new kitchen appliances, crown molding, delivery of beds and other furniture - you get the picture. Iain was always at work, and that was fine with me, and now he is here, getting in the way instead of doing some of the part time stuff he is getting paid for and says he is always behind in doing.
And then to top it off, the contracters who are washing our houses are now doing the front of my house this week, so this morning had to get everything away from t he front door, containers, wreath and other wall mounted outdoor stuff. Would have been nice to have some notice of that.
Anyhow, that is my Thursday venting session. I hope that is all crap overwith for the rest of the day.