Spent

I'm spent. Spent like my unemployment check.

I didn't get much sleep last night, but managed to make it through another demanding day at the remodel. Being tired is something I'm used to, so I remained upbeat for the entire day, unlike the guys. Talk about a couple of grumps!

In their defense, a few things had "gone wrong" today. The backer board hadn't adhered properly because the wall is an exterior one, and was too cold. Poor quality spackle previously applied by someone else kept peeling off the walls while I was painting. We ran out of tile. So did the local Lowe's... so a 60 mile journey was required to pick up more tile in the neighboring city. And there was some big to-do with the bathroom sink, but I hid in the closet. Actually I was painting the closet, but I did intentionally avoid the situation. Sure, I got frustrated here and there, but I remedied the situation by belting out songs along with the easy listening station the radio was on.

"Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey..."

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."

Before I left, I had to clean off my car windows. We had gotten some snow, and there was a small layer of ice on them. I had lifted my windshield wipers to scrape under them, and apparently dismantled them! While approaching a stop light, I switched on the wipers to remove a chunk of snow that had slid down from the roof and into my field of vision. I was a little confused when I saw the thin little stump of a wiper go across my windshield. Only the arm was operating on the driver's side. The blade was being bounced around at the edge of my hood! So... once I got to the light, I got out of the car, used my broken blade like a squeegee on the windshield, and laid it on my dashboard.

Too tired to assess the damage, I simply grabbed my purse and went into the house when I got home. I sure hope nothing needs to be repaired. I only have $8 to last me until next week, and the weather here requires one to have functioning windshield wipers. Of course, the "fix-it" guys are going to be on another job the next couple of days. My luck. Oh well.

My knees hurt. My back hurts. I have a rash on the back of my neck, paint at the ends of my ponytail, and paint under my fingernails. I'm feeling all sorts of sexy right now. When I was in the shower (yes, I did shower), I was thinking how nice it would have been to have someone here to greet me when I got home. That same someone could have picked up the house, gotten dinner ready, fixed my windshield wiper, and given me a back rub. I then decided I need to start a "rent-a-husband" business.

Now, don't confuse this with a prostitution ring. There are plenty of women out there, like myself, that manage just fine without a man, but wouldn't mind the "perks" of companionship once or twice a month. Dating is exhausting. Ha! And I hardly do it! But it is! I feel like this is going terribly wrong...

What I'm trying to say, I suppose, is that I can see how one would benefit from cohabitation. However, I have no desire to even date, and I doubt the property owner would be cool with me putting the project on hold until I find someone to rub my feet when I get home, so I suppose I'll just have to deal with it.