This summer has been the summer of disrepair. Our air conditioner and furnace both died simultaneously, we had issues with our car, and now, my dryer is making a god-awful noise. I’ve called the repairman, and I fully intend to stay clothed leading up to and during his visitation. Lesson learned, the hard way. As they say, “when it rains, it pours.” However, I cannot wait for the storm to pass. Oh no, I have to add to the chaos, wait for my boat to take on water, bail furiously to stop it from sinking, and then fight my way to shore.
You see, dear reader, when my dryer began making that referenced god-awful noise, I asked my adorable bibbed wonder buns to have a listen. He did indeed listen, volunteered to take a look only to be put off by me, saying, “Perhaps, we should just call the repairman? He will have it taken apart and fixed in the time it takes for you to take it apart.” The Bibbed Wonder informed me I needed to move everything out of the laundry room so the dryer could be moved and the repairman would have space to maneuver.
This, dear reader, is how my brain works. Did I mention I am again taking steroids this week? No, well, yes, I am. The doctor prescribed another Prednisone pack after my second vaccination. This week I feel like Wonder Woman. Nothing hurts, I have boundless energy, and I have insomnia. I wish I felt this good all the time. However, I tend to lack, shall we say perspective, when I am feeling this good. Once everything but the washer and dryer were removed from my laundry room, I decided it would be a great idea to remodel it. I told my husband about my idea, and he quickly shut it down. It’s already empty, I said. It will be great, I said. It won’t take long at all, I said. He finally gave in but also gave me an ultimatum. I have one week to get it done, or he will throw away everything that is not put away. I hate ultimatums, but I do love a challenge…mostly.
I bought paint, a wallpaper steamer, spackling, and new rollers. I stripped the wallpaper, spackled holes, took off the trim work (I hate to cut in the paint around my dad's beloved cherry trim), and then the weekend hit. We, of course, had the market on Saturday. Sunday, we had a birthday party to attend for one of my favorite people, and now, it is a week before a new big venue. Sigh, I do not feel so much like Wonder Woman anymore. Now, I feel like a woman who bit off more than she can chew on a typical day, which is a day without prednisone. Sigh. I have a feeling I will be burning the candle at both ends on this one, or I will be subjected to an endless barrage of I told you so’s and bad jokes at my expense. Did I mention I hate ultimatums? The Bibbed Wonder and The Bean will be truck camping the next few nights, so I will have plenty of uninterrupted time to work through the nights and make as much noise as I please. I will get this done, but it will not be as much fun as I initially believed while on a Prednisone high. Sigh.
I hope, dear reader, you had a wonderful weekend. As always, stay safe, be smart, don’t make decisions to remodel while taking energy-inducing medication, and of course, wash your hands.