I love Oma. She’s a great mom, a great Oma, but when it comes to construction - - she has lost her marbles. My aunt Brenda was staying at our house to watch the workmen, it gave Oma piece of mind, so it’s all good, but then Aunt Brenda started back to school so she could become an RN. And due to the budget crisis, the classes she wanted were only available to people about to graduate so she had to sit in on classes, then talk to the professor to get his or her approval and signature to get into the class. Suffice to say, her schedule is wacky and she now goes to Monday through Friday until at least 2PM, which in laymen’s terms means she can no longer stay at our house.
So for the last two weeks, no work has been done, except for the Saturday before Labor Day. Oma is frustrated, but doesn’t trust the workers, really she trusts no one so they shouldn’t be offended, so she’s in a quandary. I look around our house with clothes everywhere, thinking about going to the store to buy some tape because all though we have some and tons of it probably, I have no idea where the tape is or even where to begin to look for it, and I think let the workers in, if they can find something to steal they are geniuses or the world’s greatest finders, and really I don’t care as long as my house looks like a home again.
My weeks no longer have themes, I just wear whatever I can find since I can no longer get fully into my closet. My closet is the hideout for important stuff and the baby was getting to those things, so I started adding things to the piles and now she can’t get to it and I can’t really reach inside my closet. Score!
Please God, let her allow the workers to finish the house.
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