The daily rant

WARNING:  This probably isn't going to be a fun post to read.  It will contain much self-loathing and overall whining about things that really aren't too big a deal but have all managed to occur on the same day making them seem like a big deal.  If you do choose to read further, imagine me stomping my feet with my arms crossed over my chest.....because that's what I feel like doing.  

Today should have been a good day.  It should have been a step forward in the bathroom remodel project, which we are a good three weeks into at this point and as I have been expressing to those who have asked, it feels like we are running in place.  Things are happening, slowly, but nothing obvious.  There are still so many big things to do that we'll be lucky if the whole thing is done by the end of the month.  I know I shouldn't complain because we are lucky that we have the money to remodel the bathroom at all.  And we are lucky that my work schedule is flexible enough that I can actually be home at certain points during the day so people can come over and do a lot of the work.  For these things I am thankful.  But right now I just feel frustrated. 

Today was the day we were to have the brand new, very deep, jetted bathtub installed.  This was to be a big step, because after the tub comes the tile, and every job that gets crossed off the list means we are one step closer to being done with the whole shenanigans.  So yea, good day.  The plumbers were supposed to arrive at 8 a.m.  In preparation of their arrival, I pulled my car out of the garage to avoid having them park in our driveway and block me in.  I am proud of myself for thinking ahead, of course it just so happens that Mother Nature hasn't got the memo that it's supposed to be spring outside, hence she feels the need to make it snow.  And it was definitely snowing, big, huge, mammoth flakes.  But whatever.  The car is out, I take my shower and get ready, then anxiously await the plumbers' arrival. 

I wait.  And I wait.  8 a.m. quickly turns to 8:30, then around 8:45 I hear the doorbell ring.  Okay, 45 minutes late, I can handle it.  They bring in all their tools and head downstairs to check out our new tub.  At this point I'm pretty exuberant, despite the fact that since my car has been sitting outside for two hours I now have about two inches of snow to dust off.  I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and hear one of the guys ask, "Did you guys buy the special drain for this tub?"  I make a face, not liking where this is going.  Because you see, we did buy the special drain, the drain that the sticker on the side of the tub specifies is the ONLY drain that can be used with this tub.  However, after an initial inspection of the tub and materials we were told by a different plumber to take said special drain back to Home Depot.  Said plumber assured us he had his own materials he liked to use, no need for the special drain that the sticker on the side of the tub proclaims is the only drain that can be used on this tub.  Perhaps we are too trusting, or perhaps we should start studying up on plumbing so we can in fact do all this crap ourselves. 

After a phone call to the boss plumber the verdict is in:  bathtub cannot be installed without the special drain that we have already returned to Home Depot.  I feel the raincloud that has crept over my head burst open.  Only instead of rain, it's dumping snow.  The plumbers depart, telling me to call them as soon as special drain is back in our possession and they will come back to finish the job.  I feel deflated.  We have already had to wait a week for them to come over here......

I call my husband to deliver the bad news.  Then I decide I have no choice but to head to work, because that is sure to make a rotten morning so much better.  I trek out into the snow, wipe off my car, and have soaking wet feet by the time I'm done.  No, I did not put on my snow boots because I thought it would be fun to see how well I could move around in the snow and slush with my so-not-waterproof flats.  FML.

I make it to work, take a step inside the building, and almost fall completely ass-backward because those cute little flats are very slick after being worn in the winter wonderland.  I'm quite proud of my reflexes, though.  I truly believe a less flexible and agile person would have ended up on the floor.....it was an epic slip.  I have to take baby shuffles until I get to the carpeted area and my shoes can actually be wiped off.

Thus far this has been my day.  I know, I know, it's not the end of the world, just a little setback, and the snow can't last forever (OR CAN IT????)  I just don't have the energy to put on a happy face and look at the glass half full.  This has turned into one of those days where every little thing is going to rub me the wrong way, and as of right now I just don't see my mood being altered.  I think I need to get on Pinterest and spend the rest of the morning looking at pictures of cute, fuzzy animals and smiling babies.

Right now the only thing I have going for me the rest of the day is a much overdue haircut and the arrival of a Netflix documentary I have been anxious to watch.  It's about Jonestown.  Nothing like a documentary about a cult leader enticing hundreds of people to commit mass suicide to turn a bad day around.