"Hallelujah! :)"
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eumeliaGood evening.
It's the night before Erev Rosh Hashana (New Year's Eve) and I'm freakin' exhausted.
Those of you who follow me and are active on twitter will know of the saga of the window that has been haunting me since Friday morning.
What is the saga of the window you might ask? Let me tell you from the beginning.
My bedroom had carpeting put approximately 20-odd years ago. It was brown. In the late 1980's early 1990's I assume this was he height of floor fashion. I was a mite too young to appreciate it. Nevertheless it was brown. My parents decided my room needed a renovation and put in parquet. It looks lovely, really it does and it makes the room look bigger and lighter than the god-awful brown wall to wall carpeting - a thing I will never do in a home of my own, it is a horror to clean (when one bothers to do so) and collects dust and hair and insects.
Insects.
If you've been reading me for long enough, you know I have a terrible phobia of cockroaches. You see, last summer the humidity and temperature were ideal for these cretins to spread their wings and fly. And so father put a mesh net over the inside of my window as an attempt to keep the creepies out. It worked for the most part, but looked ugly as sin and it was a bitch to clean my shutters and window panes.
And so, along with a brand spanking new floor a new window was installed.
Only on Friday when everything was supposed to have been done at the same time, floor and window, there were malfunctions.
The window workman brought a torn net panel that was designed to be on the outside of my window to keep my mortal enemies outside my domain. So... it was decided he'd come back on Sunday.
Only on Sunday he decided he couldn't make it.
So he came on Monday. Only when I got back from work that evening I was told that he'd torn the mesh net again.
I swear, I felt like I was going to have a tantrum that rival my 2.5 year old niece! You see, all my stuff, all my property was in a pile in a living room while we waited for this incompetent ass to get his act together. I spent my nights in my childhood bedroom, where my nieces and nephews sleep when they come visit. It wasn't bad, but I was stressing out because it was taking so long and on the Saturday when I started cleaning up the floor and rearranging my bookshelves a baby cockroach flew on me.
It was creepy!
But this afternoon my mother sent my a text in which she told me "Tonight's the night!"
My reply was "Hallelujah! :)"
Yes, smiley included.
So tonight I sleep in my own bedroom, in my own bed, with all my stuff clean and tidy.
It was a rough week because as I said, I was stressing out and I everything was going wrong and my mom was resenting my bad mood, which made me resent her and her bad moods like fucking whoa!
But we got through it and it's now over.
Tomorrow the whole entire clan is coming over to celebrate Rosh Hashana. I'm so glad alcohol is a mitzvah.
It's the night before Erev Rosh Hashana (New Year's Eve) and I'm freakin' exhausted.
Those of you who follow me and are active on twitter will know of the saga of the window that has been haunting me since Friday morning.
What is the saga of the window you might ask? Let me tell you from the beginning.
My bedroom had carpeting put approximately 20-odd years ago. It was brown. In the late 1980's early 1990's I assume this was he height of floor fashion. I was a mite too young to appreciate it. Nevertheless it was brown. My parents decided my room needed a renovation and put in parquet. It looks lovely, really it does and it makes the room look bigger and lighter than the god-awful brown wall to wall carpeting - a thing I will never do in a home of my own, it is a horror to clean (when one bothers to do so) and collects dust and hair and insects.
Insects.
If you've been reading me for long enough, you know I have a terrible phobia of cockroaches. You see, last summer the humidity and temperature were ideal for these cretins to spread their wings and fly. And so father put a mesh net over the inside of my window as an attempt to keep the creepies out. It worked for the most part, but looked ugly as sin and it was a bitch to clean my shutters and window panes.
And so, along with a brand spanking new floor a new window was installed.
Only on Friday when everything was supposed to have been done at the same time, floor and window, there were malfunctions.
The window workman brought a torn net panel that was designed to be on the outside of my window to keep my mortal enemies outside my domain. So... it was decided he'd come back on Sunday.
Only on Sunday he decided he couldn't make it.
So he came on Monday. Only when I got back from work that evening I was told that he'd torn the mesh net again.
I swear, I felt like I was going to have a tantrum that rival my 2.5 year old niece! You see, all my stuff, all my property was in a pile in a living room while we waited for this incompetent ass to get his act together. I spent my nights in my childhood bedroom, where my nieces and nephews sleep when they come visit. It wasn't bad, but I was stressing out because it was taking so long and on the Saturday when I started cleaning up the floor and rearranging my bookshelves a baby cockroach flew on me.
It was creepy!
But this afternoon my mother sent my a text in which she told me "Tonight's the night!"
My reply was "Hallelujah! :)"
Yes, smiley included.
So tonight I sleep in my own bedroom, in my own bed, with all my stuff clean and tidy.
It was a rough week because as I said, I was stressing out and I everything was going wrong and my mom was resenting my bad mood, which made me resent her and her bad moods like fucking whoa!
But we got through it and it's now over.
Tomorrow the whole entire clan is coming over to celebrate Rosh Hashana. I'm so glad alcohol is a mitzvah.
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