Happy Pre-Friday!
It smells of Cinnamon Rolls and Chili in the bakery today, and it's taking every fiber of my being to not head over to the crock pot and eat up all the profits.
It's good stuff.
So, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to the Farmhouse.
As I have mentioned before, the drywall phase of construction has been delayed repeatedly, and those delays have me in a near psychotic state....
...I'm talkin' a Jack Nicholson in the Shining kind of whacked out...
Over the course of a couple weeks, here's how the drywall related discussions between my husband and I have gone down....
*insert the Law and Order ominous DUN DUN, here*
Monday
Husband: "I talked to the drywallers today and they are coming on Thursday."
Me: "Good! Progress!"
Thursday
Me: "Did you talk to the drywallers? Are they out at the house yet?"
Husband: "No, I just talked to him and they got delayed at another job. They won't be able to come out until Tuesday."
Me: "AHHH, fine!"
Tuesday
Me: "So what time are they showing up today? I want to go out and look after work."
Husband: "Not sure. I haven't talked to him yet, but they may not even be coming today...he only told me "maybe" when he told me Tuesday."
Me: "....You told me Tuesday, not MAYBE Tuesday."
Husband: "Babe, they will get there when they get there. You can't make them just leave their other job to come do our house. Be patient."
Me: *dead stare and teeth grinding* "fine"
Thursday
Me: "Any word from the drywallers?"
Husband: "No, I will call him later to see what the plan is."
Me: "We are just sitting here now...can you just call him now so I can listen?"
Husband: "No I'm not going to call him with Dora the Explorer on in the background."
Me: *facial tick developing*
"Why does that matter? I don't think the drywallers will give a crap if you are watching a cartoon with your kids while making a phone call."
Husband: "Will you just leave it alone? I'll call him later!"
Me: *with a hint of murder in my voice* "yep."
Later Thursday
Husband: "I talked to the drywallers. They will be out tomorrow to stock the house with drywall"
Me: "Awesome! So they are starting tomorrow?!"
Husband: "They are just stocking tomorrow, they aren't actually gonna start hanging it until Monday."
Me: "Shocking"
Friday
Husband: "Don't be mad..."
Me: "What? So help me God if you tell me the drywallers aren't coming, I'm going to flip out..."
Husband: "They got held up at their current job, but they assured me they will be out to start on Wednesday for sure."
Me: "Wednesday?!?!?"
*grabs my kids Disney princess stool and places it at my husbands feet so I can stand eye to eye with him, face to face, finger pointed at his retinas, voice deep, quiet, and quivering*
"You tell him, that if he and his crew aren't at our house at the crack of dawn on Wednesday morning, I will hunt each of them down, and there will be murder in the air.... You got it? Muuuurrrdeeerrr"
Husband: "Yes ma'am. I got it."
Me: *still in his face, finger pointed and quivering* "ok then..."
Wednesday
Husband: "Quentin, Branson, and Steve are meeting me out at the place to help the drywallers stock the house with sheetrock. It'll go faster that way."
Me: "Good. Will they be able to start hanging it that day too?"
Husband: "Might not be today because we have to make a few trips to get all the drywall, so if they can't start today, they will start first thing in the morning."
Me: *gives him the look implying "yeah, they better be, or that murder threat is back on*
Wednesday afternoon
I drive out to the house after work to check on progress. There are a lot of cars. Good, that means progress. I walk into the house and immediately hear a group of guys in the basement, laughing, talking and being just loud enough to imply that they all have a few beers in their bloodstreams. I walk downstairs to find a huddle of dudes who seem to have taken it upon themselves to call it a day, and have cracked into a case of beer to reward themselves for their day of hard work...It's 2:00. I plaster on the fake smile and try to hold back my urge to ask why they all think that 2:00 is a good time to call it a day and start drinking, when this whole house SHOULD have been completely done 2 weeks ago.
Me: "Sooo, are you all done for the day?"
Husband: "Yeah, his crew is stuck at a job, so they are going to work the weekend to finish our house. They will be out Saturday and will work through Sunday. Their boss said they should be able to have it all done by the end of the day."
Me: "I'm not surprised. But they really think that they will be able to do this whole house in 48 hours?! I have a feeling that it's gonna look sloppy and there will be nail pops everywhere..."
Husband: "Nah, I told him that if they do a bad job and there are nail pops everywhere, that I'm gonna be hammering them back in with his forehead."
Me: "awwww, thanks honey...You do love and understand me :)"
Husband: "No problem babe."
So, now we wait for Saturday...
*queue the Law and Order "DUN DUN"*
:) Ashley
P.S. I would never actually murder a person over delayed drywall work and my husband would never use someone's forehead to hammer nails.
We are a peaceful folk...
...a heavily medicated, slightly maddened, peaceful folk.
P.S.S. I'm just kidding, we are not heavily medicated, or maddened...
...but we did just finish Season 5 of Sons of Anarchy and are now forced to wait months before Season 6 is available...
...ok, a little maddened...
...and drunk...
...almost always half in the bag.
Just sayin'.
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