Kurt has been busy coordinating with various contractors to get a few things done around the house. We’ve had a Drywaller in to fix some settling cracks, and had someone come in to install a fence and gate in the front. We need someone to pressure wash the roof and clean the gutters. We’re also looking to hire someone to paint the place. He of course gets frustrated when the places he’s trying to get a quote from won’t call back or once they’ve been here to give a quote it’s impossible to secure a date to do the work or whatever, so on a couple of occasions I’ve offered to take over that job for him, “No I’ll take care of it.” He says.
“Ok fine, but don’t have them call here to set up the day and time. Just set it yourself and know that Tuesdays are bad if they need me to be present in order to do the work.”
It’s a rainy Sunday night…And it’ll be another rainy day Monday. Hhmm what shall I do with the kids all day Monday? Looking at Facebook I notice a friend went to a Children’s museum that I haven’t been to yet. Oh, that looks like fun. I’ll take the kids there and check it out. I begin to plan my Monday in my head. I figured out what time I should aim leave the house so that Sophia can play at the museum for enough time before lunch, then we can eat out, and head home. I excitedly tell Kurt that I’m going to a different kid’s place. He heard me and knew I was wired about finding somewhere to go, something different to do on a rainy day.
We’ve had way too many rainy days this year and there aren’t a lot of clean indoor kid’s play areas. There are plenty of nasty indoor places attached to various McDonalds’ “restaurants”. It’s not the fact that it’s attached to a McDonalds that turns me off, although that really doesn’t help. I’ve had to retrieve Sophia from one of their many hamster trails for mini humans and I never ever want to have to do that again. Never.
Kurt goes upstairs for a while and then comes back downstairs just before heading to bed. “The pressure washers will be here tomorrow morning.” He says.
“Tomorrow morning?!” I was angry. How could he just sit there and listen to me get all happy that I’ve found a place to go while mother nature continues to rain on the spring parade and not tell me the person is coming to pressure wash the roof until the last minute. Surely, he has known since at least Friday!
From Kurt’s point of view: Shit! Why the hell is she angry at me this time? I can’t get anything right. She told me to make the appointments so I did and now she’s pissed. I wish she’d make her damn mind up. Talk about zero to bitch in sixty seconds. *heavy sigh* I guess asking if she wants to go upstairs is out of the question tonight.
Monday morning rolls in. I couldn’t remember if Kurt told me they were supposed to be here at nine or nine thirty, so I wait. I still had hopes of leaving the house. Nine thirty arrives but the pressure washers have not. Lukas is sleepy so I lay him down for a nap. I was hoping to be out of the house by this time so that Lukas could sleep in the car.
It’s now ten. Even if Kurt had said nine thirty, they’re still a half hour late. I send Kurt an email, “Are you sure it was supposed to be today?” The person who installed the fence was a whole week late, and that was the excuse given. He said that Kurt got the date mixed up. Somehow I doubt that, but on this day I was still irritated, so I entertained the idea. At ten thirty they arrived and I emailed Kurt to let him know. Because Kurt didn’t get to his email he called me at eleven to see If they were there yet. In our conversation he says, “I think he picked us up last minute.”
“Huh? Why is that?”
“Well he just called me on my cell Sunday night to see if today was ok.”
“He just called you Sunday night? I thought you knew since Friday and just didn’t tell me.”
“Oh, is that why you were mad?”
And that is why cellphones are from hell.
Oh and Lukas, the little shit who never ever sleeps, slept until 11:30. We did go to the Children’s Museum and Sophia eventually had fun there and like a normal child didn’t want to leave.
