Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Tuesday Thoughts About....

...my lunacy. Can you really be a lunatic if you think you might be? Or do real lunatics not know that they are. You be the judge. Here's the story.

So, we have a  big house. It's costs a fortune to have the windows cleaned. We haven't done it in about 5 years. I booked this April appointment all the way back in September. Yesterday was the day. In advance, I asked if the workers could wear the " booties" inside, due to my obesession with my new carpet. I'm very freaked out about it--as you know. They agreed. 

So, they arrived about 8:00 a.m. with 5 people to work. I was told that they would be here until 2 or 2:30 p.m. Woah! That's a long time. 

I left at 9:30 for a couple hours to get my 2nd booster and a stop at the grocery store. I got home around 11:30 a.m. There was no place to go in the house where there weren't people working. 

I told Butch that I was going to have a nervous breakdown because of the new carpet. Seriously, I can't help it. I'm freaking out about it. Prior to them coming, the company assured me that they would wear the "booties."

The workers were very nice and really had it down. Still, there didn't seem to be a room that there wasn't something happening in. When I got home, the only place I was able to find that was "finished" was the living room as there are only French doors in there--no storm windows. Still, I couldnt' relax. There was so much coming and going. It doesn't do much good to wear "booties" if you are in and out of the house. 

Seriously, I was starting to have a panic attack about all the in and out. My anxiety was through the roof. Butch kept trying to calm me down. It didn't work. 

When they left around 3 p.m., all I could see was what needed to be put back in order. Butch helped me by going room by room and "fixing" all the "things." In the living room, the window treatment was hanging askew. A little tape and zip tie took care of that. A little adjustment to the sheers in the master (or in the politically correct term: main) bedroom took care of that. A little vacuuming here and there was necessary and an "unsticking" of a window in another. There needed to be a few adjustments to the window treatments upstairs too. When we were finished, I was able to take a deep breath and relax--a little. After they left and we went through the house and fixed everything, I requested a double dirty martini. For crying out loud, just getting the windows cleaned caused me to drink on a Monday Okay, that's reallly saying something. 

Honestly, this carpet is going to drive me insane. Even Butch agreed that from now on, I just can't be at home when anything like this is happening. 

I was starting to have panic attacks about the in and out. I kept thinking, "what good does it do to be wearing "booties" if you are walking in them outside!" Butch assured me that they took them off when they went out and put them back on when they came in. I wish I'd known that as I might have been able to relax a little. Instead, I was having an internal fit!

I told him that I was going to lose my mind and have a nervous break down. I just can't help it! He said that the next time we need to have a lot of things done inside, I just NOT need to be here. I agree with that. I can't handle it. 

So, the question is: Am I a lunatic? Or just so completely obsessed that I cannot function!? 

I think it's both things. Did I mention that I hate my new carpet? I should have just left the old stuff. I was much more relaxed about it. Now, I'm a crazy woman. I can't help it. Really, I can't.  I don't know when I'll be able to calm down about it. 

Buying new carpet---big mistake. I'd give anything to go back to my crappy, cruddy carpet where I didn't care about it--even though I hated that too. New carpet is a terrible thing. It's driven me over the edge. I'm a lunatic. I know it. Maybe counseling would help. But, it seems strange to me to go in to counseling because I can't handle new carpeting. I guess if it wasn't the carpeting, it would be something else. 

Oh, don't get me started about our yard people and the weed eating. I about crawl out of my skin with that too. It's all only getting worse. I have no idea what the answer is. I'm just crazy. I guess that's it. 

As I told Butch, I would really like to have everything nice for at least 5 minutes!  I guess life just doesn't work like that. At least not for me. 

1 comment:

  1. Oh my, I am so sorry you were so stressed about the window cleaners. What a luxury to have them cleaned by someone else. Ours are definitely in need, that will probably be on the spring cleaning list - but we would be doing the insides ourselves.


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