Let me start from the beginning... Yesterday morning (Monday) around 6am, I knocked a pillow off our bed which then hit my cup of water on my nightstand which then fell into my purse. All of it. Thankfully, my camera did not get soaked, but everything else did. I emptied it out, laid everything out to dry and hung my purse in the tub to allow the liner to dry (I'm sure the construction crew already thought I was a bit crazy, but when they saw my purse in the tub, their thoughts were confirmed). When I left for the office, I grabbed my wallet, car keys and lip gloss and threw them in another handbag.
Fast track to the middle of the afternoon when I get a call from Brent. He says, "I'm leaving for Oklahoma City, but wanted to let you know that the sprinkler guys are here repairing some lines. Since they do not have a key to the house, they plan to leave the garage doors open. Do you plan on staying late at the office today because I'm concerned with leaving the garage doors open all evening?" Of course, I reply, "I have no plans of working late. I'll get there at a decent time and close the garage doors."
Fast track to after 7:00pm when I finally leave the office. Not exactly leaving early, but it was still daylight. I get on the highway and think, "
hmm... I really need to hit up
Ikea and now is my only chance because I'm traveling Wednesday - Friday for work and we'll be out of town this weekend visiting Brent's family." So I jump on the toll road and close down
Ikea at 9pm. I arrive home around 9:40pm, tired and hungry for dinner. The only problem is that I can't get in the house. Apparently, the last worker to leave locked the doorknob, instead of the our deadbolt. Well... I only have a key to the deadbolt because of the aforementioned water-in-purse situation, that key was tossed next to all the papers laid out to dry on our bedroom floor.
A
light bulb goes off, "the garage doors!" I walk around to the back of the house and much to my
dismay, the doors are closed. I checked every single window I could reach and let me tell you, those are some nicely secured windows -- nobody is getting through those babies. I finally breakdown and call Brent... I was hoping I could figure a way into the house and fail to mention the fact I was ever locked out since Brent thought I would be home in the evening, but I was desperate and totally busted. :) To cut this story short, Brent called our friend, Ryun Guthrie who lives a few short miles away. Ryun and his dad, who was visiting from out of town, came to my rescue. They too tried the windows, but eventually had to bust open the front door. It was quite comical... we looked like
the most inexperienced burglars ever trying to break into the house. And poor Lulu... she was in the house following us from window-to-window wondering what the heck was going on. She finally gave up and began crying at the front door wanting us to come in already. ha :)
My life is never dull. I remember when I was younger and my older siblings would complain of boredom, my mom would say, "How can you be bored? There are so many things you could do. I don't ever remember being bored as a kid." I don't recall feeling bored in my childhood, but how I long for that feeling now or at least a slower pace than what I'm experiencing at this stage in life.... and we don't even have kids! eek! ;)
That sums up my Monday evening.... tonight I have some errands to run and need to pack for my trip to Alexandria, VA. I fly out at 5:30am tomorrow (you know I didn't schedule that flight!) and return late Friday night. It's going to be a long 3 days...
House newsWhen I left this morning, they were preparing to pour the concrete for our back patio, prepping the kitchen cabinets to be stained, replacing the breakfast room window with french doors and tiling the
backsplash on our master bathroom vanities. Hopefully they'll keep up the pace and the house will be somewhat ready for our annual TX/
OU party (or as Brent refers it, "
OU/TX party").
hugs!
kk and db