Today I think I have some valid reasons for not writing....
Our new hot tub was going to be installed today. I was doubtful the new one was going to fit in the hole in our deck where the old one is. I was correct about that, but the problem, apparently, was getting the old one out. When I saw four large men with their heads bowed in defeat after a solid hour of trying, I knew it was a no-go.
(Before you tell me it shouldn't be stressful to get a new hot tub and I should be lucky to have one, I need to say I absolutely agree. Our old one came with the house. And it's broken three times over. It's trash on my deck. Water leaks into it despite the lid and festers because, well, it won't turn on. The new one cost less than the repairs needed for the old one. And it's the teeniest, tiniest hot tub you can buy, nothing with built-in speakers or room for six.)
I'm waiting for three contractors to call me back to remove the deck boards so the old hot tub can be freed. The first one to call wins. If you're a deck guy, please call me.
I need to decide real quick what to do about the deck. In addition to having the deck boards temporarily removed, I need to decide whether to remodel the deck while we're at it and if I still want the tub to be recessed. I came up with a plan and wish I had thought of it while the guys were here. Oh well. My husband thinks he and my older son would thoroughly enjoy ripping it up. Yay!
Did I mention we're probably selling the house anyway (which is why we need to have the dead tub replaced) - so all of this stress and money and effort isn't for us anyway? Awesome.
On top of the hot tub drama, one of the mouse traps in our garage is missing. (See last few posts regarding my extreme mouse phobia and suspicion I'm going to hell for killing them.) That means there's a mouse with it's front legs stuck to a trap suffering somewhere in my garage. Or something larger got it and is gnawing on it. Eeek.
Also, my daughter got a real job, the kind that requires 16 forms to be completed, a bank account set up, a pre-employment drug test (I'm happy to say I'm not stressed about that one), a trip to the doctor's office, and a drive to the city. Many of the things needed to complete this process are things a teen can't do without their parent. I don't remember life being this complicated as a teen. I think I applied for a job at Pizza Hut, filled out a withholding form, and started work the same night.
Yes, there's more...I had a car accident in March. The thing has still not been settled. The other party wants to settle this week (just in time to cover the cost of remodeling my deck apparently). It's a little stressful because once it's settled, it's done.
I have a physical on Friday. I am absolutely certain my blood pressure is going to be a little high. I'm behind on three cancer screenings, two of which have a decent probability of being bad based on past tests. This alone is enough to stress me out this week. If one of the tests goes bad, I get to have a needle stabbed in my neck repeatedly again. I'd rather have a mouse crawling all over me to be honest.
So I didn't write today.