Early this morning (7:50am), the electrician called to schedule an appointment to come rewire the laundry room. This is a major job, one of the reasons we are being asked to move out, so I’m not sure why this is happening while we’re still here. Nonetheless, the workorder isn’t the electrician’s doing, and I try to be accommodating. He came to look it over last week, and he said he’d call to schedule a time. Today, he asked if he could come this morning. Mondays are crazy days here. Readjusting after the weekend has been known to be painful with stunning regularity. I try to get a leap on weekly cleaning, food prep, organizing, etc. while at the same time, giving the girls the extra attention and TLC (and patience!) they need to ease them into the week. If Monday goes totally pear-shaped, I know the week will be hard. With this in mind, I try to keep Mondays as free as possible. So, when the electrician said, “Monday mid-morning is the best time for me” and everything inside me said “but it is sooooo not a good time for me”, I heard myself say, “Okay, sure.” WHAT?!
Lemme tell ya, I spent spent the rest of the morning
moderately tense and increasingly surly.
I whisked the girls out the door to school.
I rushed through the grocery store. I dashed home to put things away. By 10:30am, still nothing. I called him, and he redefined
“midmorning” to “around noon.”
That’s too late for me, as it will almost certainly make me late picking my
daughter up from school at 3pm (which happened last week when he showed up late for his look-see). It would also
guarantee my younger daughter won’t get a nap, which she still desperately
needs. But again, I grumbled and said,
“Ok.” WHAT?!
Seriously, ladies (and it’s more us ladies than you
gentlemen out there), why do we say yes when we mean NO?
When I grumbled to my husband about it on the phone, he told
me just to reschedule. The
appointment isn’t urgent (the landlords have let it go for almost two years
already). The fuse overloads and
cuts out frequently in the winter, but it hasn’t been too cold and problematic
yet. What was stopping me from
telling the electrician what times were best from me and scheduling based on
that? Good question! So I did as he so wisely suggested, and
my surly mood evaporated immediately afterwards. I carried on with playing with my daughter, enjoyed a picnic
lunch with her in the backyard, and put her down for her nap. Then, I made dinner and yummy scones and sat down with a
cuppa for a little blogging break (and an excuse to try the scones. two of them. ahem). I am happy as a
clam, ready for the rest of my day, and feeling rather silly about the energy I
wasted by not being honest with myself about what I really needed.
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