This Could Be the Day

This easily could be the day that I get up from my seat and smack Weird right in the head. Yes, it truly could be. (I am now thoroughly convinced that he actually is weirder than his twin Weirder. Maybe I should change the individual designations to Weirder and Weirdest)?

I’m usually pretty tolerant but on limited sleep over multiple days, that tolerance is not only thin, it’s anorexic. There are a number of factors playing into this, but the house is chief among them.

The bathroom wallpaper has still not arrived. Not that I’m ready to wallpaper yet. I still have walls to strip and skim coat. But it makes me just a little nervous that maybe it won’t be here by the weekend when I plan to be wallpapering. It’s supposed to be in the upper 90s with heat indices well over 100 so it sounds like as good a time to stay in the house and wallpaper as any.

The bus is busy but quiet this morning. (Good thing. My tolerance level would be off the charts.)
For the first time in a long time, the house is really getting to me. I am very anxious to get some things DONE. Complete. Finished. Over. I think you get the idea.

If the kitchen and bathroom were the only rooms to go, I think I could persevere. I think I could muddle through. But with so much other work still to go, I’ve lost my patience. Not that I had a lot to start with but I usually roll with the punches much better than this.

Here's hoping that a little caffeine and iTunes will be a soothing combination. Besides, it could always be worse. I could always have strep like Ty'smommy. Now that could ruin your day ...