After worrying about this blog stagnating because I hadn't posted every Friday, now here I am with a bonus post to vomit some pea soup stress.
As I have disclosed-slash-unloaded in previous posts, we're dealing with solicitors right now over our transfer of mortgage title. It's a sign of a good thing happening, but yeesh is the paperwork a lot.
On top of that, after the fraught afternoon when one of the kitchen cabinets became possessed and attacked my husband, leaving him with a gash in his hand, we've been existing in a state of chaos with having no space on the counters because they've been full of the cupboard contents.
I don't know about any of you, but I definitely feel sometimes when the house is disordered that it starts to affect me mentally, like it feels like my brain becomes equally crowded. Claustrophobia of the mind.
Someone came out to the house soon after the accident to take a look at the kitchen situation and also quote to replace the sink taps in the kitchen and bathroom. They really needed doing so it seemed like a good opportunity to get those jobs done at the same time.
I broke up from work on Friday and had good intentions of starting some housework on the Saturday but my body had other ideas and decided a morning in bed was in order, followed by a dull headache.
Sunday, I did do some cleaning but it was slow going and the Hallowe'en decorating fell by the wayside. Monday was our wedding anniversary so we blocked that out for lunch, prosecco and relaxing, and Tuesday was going to be decorating day.
Twas not to be as the guys doing the kitchen cupboard/taps got in touch and arrived shortly after. The good news is that we have a functioning cupboard again and the new taps are great. The water pressure is loads better. Unfortunately, the tap in the kitchen took way longer than expected due to the depth of the sink, and after it was all finished it was early evening and we still had the cleanup to deal with.
So, the Hallowe'en decorating is now bumped to tomorrow. Is that a problem? No. I'm on holiday. The party isn't until Saturday. Tomorrow is Wednesday. Tell that to the stress demon.
It's a familiar old self-made stress trap.
I'm behind where I decided I wanted to be at this point with housework and decorating and made myself have an upset stomach about it. Ambush.
It's not productive. I'm fighting with the other me to make them realise that I still have time. I have all day tomorrow to decorate instead of today. Nobody is standing over me with a stopwatch.
Today needed to be the day to get the kitchen unit and taps fixed and it was kind of out of my hands based on the availability of the guys doing it.
I always let stress carry me away with the worry of housework not being done to a great standard, or decorating not being wow enough.
Our friends aren't here to carry out inspections or tick off checklists. The rational part of me knows that but I'm probably my worst critic and that part of me does chatter loudly at times with its list of failings.
So, here I am, pea soup stress and all in the hope of exorcising the demon.
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