People always talk about "adulting" and I think it sounds so stupid because I've been an adult for a long time. I don't get it.
But I will say it sucks when you have to spend a lot of time fixing a bunch of stuff.
Yesterday, Babe left for San Diego for many, many days. And he left very, very early. 5am I hear the pitter patter of his expensive shoes walking down our hallway to come and tell me his car won't start. So, he took his car and I was left with a dead one. Thanks, big guy. Anyways, I called AAA, they came to jump the car but the battery was bad, they said. And the car was too new so they don't have a replacement. Sense the irony there? We have a new car so we don't have car trouble. Whatever. So, I took it to Ford, where they had to keep it for many, many hours so they could replace the battery. Which they did.
Then, in the afternoon, I had to be home from work because the Insurance Adjuster ***why is that capitalized*** could come and make sure there was really a hole in my ceiling. There is. The ceiling is now dry, we can start to rebuild.
Here's our new friend, the dryer. The guys did a really good job getting that done. They were able to keep the cabinets intact and not create a whole room out of plastic like they thought they were going to have to do. They will be back tomorrow to check on progress and reassess. This could be on for the next four days, but I'm feeling like maybe we'll be done on Saturday. I have no basis for that feeling.