Reprieve - Update with fiddlehead photo

We have one more day.

Thank God.

Our contractor has to finish another job tomorrow and he called to let me know that he can't come until Thursday. Normally I would be mighty peeved that we've been pushed back another day, but at this point I'm too exhausted to do any more work.

Mr. JB was at a baseball game tonight with his dad (he scored some awesome seats behind home plate, unfortunately his team lost), so I was put in charge of finishing up the last bits in the basement. I think that with two of us tomorrow night that we'll be able to get the last of the stuff out and into our guest room.

I've decided on a few of things to get me through this reno:

1) I have to accept that my house is going to be out of sorts for the next while. If basement things are in the living room it's not the end of the world. I refuse, however, to put stuff in our bedroom. I need one safe haven from the chaos!

2) I am going to focus on the finished product and not the craziness that the actual work is going to cause. I really should take this advice when thinking about baby-making.

3) I know that the job is going to go over-budget. It's only money. We're both gainfully employed and the work is going to only increase the value of our home. Therapeutic shopping is not good anyway. Building equity is much, much better.

4) If I feel like I'm losing my mind it's because of the L.upron. I'm not actually crazy. Does this one really have to do with home renovations?

I think that my teaching partner has figured out that I don't like her. She's been really snippy with me and she popped into my classroom today and was all snarly-faced. Perhaps she was shocked that I had my class engaged in a lesson and I wasn't yelling at them. Perhaps she's jealous that I have actually made friends with the other teachers on staff. How many more weeks until school is over?

Lastly, my father-in-law's girlfriend called me this evening to see how I was feeling -- six weeks after my surgery, but that's besides the point. I've mentioned before that I really don't like her. She's so mean to my FIL and she's constantly yelling at us. I know that I'm biased since I love my FIL so much and I see that he's so good to her, but she's so ungrateful. I'm assuming that she's trying to make amends of some sort because she's convinced that she has the beginnings of Alzheimer's. I have a few theories about what is actually wrong with her, but I won't elaborate too much except to say that she drinks too much and she's also depressed. I hope that she doesn't have Alzheimer's, that would be heartless, but I do think that their relationship needs to end for both their sakes.

I have to go to bed. Again, so exhausted. Stupid L.upron.

p.s. I had fiddleheads tonight for the first time tonight. How tasty!!!

p.p.s. I caught a kid stealing today. It's the second incident in two weeks. The little boy looked at me in the eye and lied to me three times! His poor mother started to cry when I told her what happened. I'm teaching them how to say the rosary tomorrow, hopefully it will help the kids in my class to be better behaved!