My poor mother has spent the past month sitting at home practically every day waiting to see if the workmen will show up, at what time will they show up, and which workmen will show up.
I know this isn’t all the construction workers fault, this on-going construction process, some of the blame lays solely at my mom’s feet. Really there’s enough blame to go around. But that aside, I feel bad this is the way she’s spending her six weeks off. Sad at times, frustrated at times, angry at times, disappointed at times. This has been an incredibly long journey for her.
My mom thinks the worse of everyone, pretty much. Maybe that’s harsh and not completely accurate, but she struggles- - strike that - - she lives in the land of cyncism. They are really good friends. And through this construction process, she has met and worked with professionals who just reaffirm her reasoning for thinking the worst of everyone. I’m not sure if that’s a self-fulfilling prophecy or what. But I really wish, the next time we have work done that she would blown away by someone who is completely on the ball, true to their word, yet all while being reasonably priced.
Next year’s Christmas vacation will be better.
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