I spoke with our contractor yesterday about getting the window installed. He asked which would be better, 7:30 or after 1:00. Honestly, I'd prefer after 1:00, but I'd already scheduled time with one of the two newest newbies. So, 7:30 it had to be.
I told Kevin last night that I'd appreciate it if he were up when the window guy was here. You know, support me...make me feel like I'm not the only one doing stuff around here (which I'm not, but after yesterday I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by my life). He is up and in the shower, but guess what time it is? 8:05. Guess who is NOT here yet...window guy.
I text messaged our contractor with "8 and still no window guy" and promptly got a call. "What's your address again?"
I'm trying to breath. I'm trying not to freak out. I'm trying not to go screaming out my front door at the inconsiderate BOOB who is out there blowing their horn for someone inside one of the neighbor's houses.
He just called back to verify the address and tell me his guys is on his way. I guess the contractor dude had to go to the airport early this am, went back to bed and did not hear his alarm. My question: Why didn't he set it up with his window dude last night?
As long as it gets done...