I am pretty slim on the deep thoughts. I apologize. This can happen when your house is torn up from the carpet people. The carpet people and I have an odd relationship right now. I love them because they are the final frontier to the sign going in the yard. They bringeth carpet from afar, and all that. But I am having serious angry thoughts toward them because they are moving at a snails' pace. And my house is disaster. Disaster, I tell you. Everything from upstairs is downstairs. There is stuff everywhere. It looks like a stuff explosion. I took pictures, but it didn't even do it justice. Have I mentioned that I don't operate very well in disorganization and chaos?
(And please, please don't write me comments about how God must want to grow my character through this or how I should be grateful for the means to buy new carpet and all that good stuff that on one level I so know is true. For now, I need only nice comments offering to bring me gifts or affirming me in other ways. Deal?)
Obviously, I am too distracted and overwrought to write posts that make any kind of sense.
It's been a long, long day. A day that involved noise and staples and finding carpet nails in places that make NO SENSE AT ALL and banging and crying-- much crying-- and just, well, chaos. Chaos describes it all best. And there is more to come tomorrow. There wasn't supposed to be. The carpet people told me it would be one day. Has anyone seen Money Pit, when they ask how long it's going to take and they all say, "Two weeks." By the end of the movie everyone is laughing at that because they know two weeks means nothing. It is just something to say. Yeah, my one day is their two weeks. I am seriously wondering if they will finish tomorrow. It surely doesn't seem like it from where I am sitting. Not one room is finished. Not one room. A day of work and not one room.
I wonder how many times I could say, "Not one room?"
Did I mention that my house is torn up?
And I know that I am being whiny and spoiled and that there are much bigger things in life than having your house tee-totally torn apart for a few days' time. I know that. On one level. But on a day-to-day, I-can't-believe-I-have-to-do-this level, all rational thought just flies out the window. Bye bye! Bye bye rational thought! Nope, I am not into thinking about those less fortunate than me. Am not into doses of reality or healthy doses of perspective. I just want to whine, and wallow in my misfortune. And throw mental daggers at the perfectly nice carpet people. Who are just trying to do their jobs.
I am thinking it will just be best for me to return after the carpet people are gone and my house is back in working order. I consider it a public service to spare you from any further unpleasantness.