I love the weekends! Especially this morning, the girls didn't wake until 8:30, the ground and roof was covered in a white dusting as it had snowed overnight, and as we were looking out the window, a snow flurry started. It was magical! We stared and chatted for the longest time, and then - OH CRAP! It is 8:43 and Rory is coming at 9 o'clock!
Neither of us are dressed, John is still in bed and we haven't had breakfast yet. On top of all that, the place looks like a tip, I had great intentions last night to get up at 7 and straighten things out. And now, here we are, 17, now 16 minutes away, and nothing has been done.
I know, I shouldn't let things get on top of me. John says no-one else will even notice, least of all another man. But the point is, that doesn't make me feel any better. Because I see it.
But there's no point crying over flung underwear. We sort out the landing in a flash and the quick solution is to just close all the doors, apart from, obviously, the bathroom door. Then we scoot down to the kitchen, and for some reason we all manage to have a decently-sized breakfast. And of course I remember now what I always forget in the panic of the moment: why am I rushing around like the proverbial blue-bottomed fly, when people in this country are never on time?
At 9:23 the bell finally rings and at least I am fed and less grumpy. Though I am a little cross with RtW. It bugs me when people aren't punctual, even RtW. But I swollow the smart remark and he gets to work.
And 6 1/2 hours later we have our bathroom back! It is plain and it's simple but it looks great. We have to leave it all dry for the night but tomorrow, I have a feeling there will be a rush on our "new" bathroom early in the morning - even if it is Sunday! Can't wait!
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