Tuesday, May 3, 2011

One Month In

April should have ended on a high note. Thinking back on this weekend, I have to work really hard to remember what that high note is. I woke up on Saturday angry and by the time I went to bed Saturday night, I just wanted to forget the day had happened at all. It was one frustration after another.

To start off the day, the men-folk trucked away a washer that revealed itself to be a big pile of dents once they had managed it down the stairs and into the basement. They assured me that no, they had not caused the dents. But, don't worry, they'd take it back, exchange it -- Home Depot had it in stock, after all -- and I would be able to do a much needed load of laundry by 10 am.

Except that that particular washer was the last washer Home Depot had in stock besides the floor model which appeared to be in worse shape than the one we returned. They came back to me empty handed. I glared at my load of laundry and contemplated going back to bed.

But, I didn't. Instead, I pulled out the vanity we bought from Ikea to go into the basement bathroom. Believe it or not, I actually like putting together Ikea furniture. It's like a puzzle, except that instead of being left with an ugly picture at the end that is only good for throwing back in its box, never to be put together again, you actually get something more or less useful out of it. I had two screw drivers, the Allen key, and the end of a screw driver for a hammer. I was on a roll.

Then, I stopped, looked it over, frowned at the place it would be sitting. There was no way those pipes for the drain and taps could go through that slot designated for them. It was off by about 4 inches. In fact, to cut the vanity so that it would fit would mean going through one of the supports. Was this actually going to work? I threw down my screw drivers, thought about throwing the Allen key and little packet of screws and wooden pegs across the room and threw myself on the couch to pout.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the husband stepped in. Looked over the vanity. Shrugged. "We can make it work." Fine. But then, he lifted the sink to go with it out of it's box and tried to set it on top, just to see. What's this? The whole one side had been ground down. The sink refused to sit flat, refused to sit at all. It was settled: I was not getting a new vanity, not this weekend.

In everything I did this weekend, I felt like I was banging my head against a concrete wall. Am I getting burnt out? Tired of the construction and the mess that is our basement apartment, the space in which we're living? I hope not. We're getting closer and closer... we can't stop now!

Stay tuned for the things that kept me going, the beautiful, beautiful things that kept me going!

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