With the parade of men streaming in and out of my house day and night, I’m sure the new neighbors yet-to-be-met are whispering behind their tilted blinds about the newly moved-in single mom hussy who’s obviously out to steal all their husbands. How I WISH my man parade were more scandalous and I DO hate to spoil their fun, but the men are all being paid to patch, paint, push, pull, plug in and perform — just not in my bedroom. Well, except Scott, who did a fine job hanging my TV on my bedroom wall. He was good…….real good.
I’ll be so happy when the service calls can finally stop (I’ve got three lined up between noon and 6pm today)…when I can finally have someone walk in my house without apologizing profusely for the mess that lies before them…when the last box is emptied and the last picture is hung…when I can finally say that buying this house was the best decision I could’ve made and not my biggest regret of 2014.
By the way, for the first time in my life, I turned on a gas stove yesterday. I was TERRIFIED!! But I survived. Today I might get up the nerve to do it again.