My brother hosting company migrated servers yesterday so we were down for a bit. All fixed now! 🙂
These past 3 weeks of flat repair have convinced me, once again, that I don’t ever really want to own my own house. Its been constant is the workman going to show up, oh good he did, oh crap he needs to come back, oh look another lot of plumbers and they still can’t fix it. And its not over because we are pretty sure we found the leak, in the hall bath by the radiator. Where they *just* fixed the paint from a previous water issue.
The good news? We don’t have to pay for it. The bad news? I can’t get a moments peace in my own house!!!
I was very much looking forward to dropping Adam off at day care, coming home, making a fresh pot of coffee, doing some work, having a sleep, doing some more work, actually eating lunch, cleaning a bit of the house maybe, then going to get him to find he’s had a lovely day of playing and laughing and making friends.
Instead I drop him off and leave him crying for me, come home, let in the handyman, get a headache as they rip the tiles off the bathroom wall with a jack hammer, do some work, eat some lunch, get slightly nauseaous from the smell of fresh paint, go pick up Adam to find out that he’s cried off and on for 5 hours and won’t eat anything while there.
I actually had a decent nights sleep last night, for the first time in about a week, and Simon asked if I felt any better. Nope. I need about 2 weeks of decent sleep to maybe feel better. I suggest I check myself into a hotel and leave he and Adam to it. Simon said no. 🙁
I guess I’ll feel better when Adam is 16 and refuses to get up at all during school hols.
Or maybe not.
I keep telling myself that same thing 🙂 HOpe it gets better soon. (And yeah, owning a house? PITA!)