These are words to live by, spoken this evening by mamarhys. The sort of axiom one might want to needlepoint, I'd say. Just remember that next time YOU make cookies.
Did I mention that my office has been under construction as well as my house? Monday was move day. Except for the part about my office being totally NOT ready. At one point I was just milling around looking at drying plaster and wires hanging from outlets so I decided to sit down on the floor and read, yes, you'll see how stupid I was before I did, a draft report from a Department of Education committee. You know, Republicans. Margaret Spellings (they left off the bit about no lesbians on TV, though you know she watches The L Word because all straight people do).
So after that I asked the paint guys if I could help them spackle. They thought I was funny. I thought I was funny too until I totally screwed it up. We all agreed I should keep my day job and I said I would as soon as I had a desk, a computer, and a phone. By the end of the day, I had a desk at least. And a recycling container, which now contains the Republican report. At least my summer house-mates (we adminstrators camped out for the summer in student housing; the timing of our move back is more about need for the student space and less about the construction actually being done) had beer at 3:30 pm. We all needed it, though they have such luxuries as furniture and phone service.
On the upside, it didn't rain inside my office. Which is more than I can say for my house. Something about a tarp and a downpour and pooling and foremen on vacation and blah blah blah. On the upside, we're getting a new ceiling we weren't getting before. Dammit.
Despite all that, I look at the construction and some small part of me keeps jumping up and down and going *squee* (to quote my friend Teri). Those of you who saw the last pictures and said you didn't realize the project was going to be so big? Look at this.
But the best part is here's what's going to be my living room.
And up there?
That's going to be my bedroom on the left; Rhys' office/MY FIBER ROOM on the right. Did you hear that? myfiberroommyfiberoommyfiberroommyfiberroom! Sure, it's also Rhys' office and doubles as a guest room, but...my. fiber. room. That's the part when I start going *squee*! Well, that and the fireplace. Because spinning in front of the fire in between smores? Job one, baby.
So yeah, I'm overcommitted, every part of my life is in total chaos, and I'm, um, just hanging on by a thread. But it's all good. Squ. And also? Ee. Indeed.