Log in

No account? Create an account
entries friends calendar profile my fic journal Previous Previous Next Next
Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
So they were two weeks behind schedule and only got to working on our house on Monday. So for the past four days we've had our kitchen in a state of disarray, and now with the holiday weekend, they won't be back until Monday. And there's probably three more days of work left, at least.

The one guy was here for over eleven hours yesterday, which meant we didn't eat dinner until after 8. We've had to get up early every day to meet these guys, and today we have to get up early to go to D's mom's house, and....

So we're testy and snapping at each other. And apparently I'm the mean one.

I'm just so tired. I want my house back. I want my life back.

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: the captain--ingram hill

justify your existence