I'm trying to remember not to get flustered this week. I apparently made that well known mistake of asking God for patience because I am getting ample opportunities to to exercise my patience levels.
We have been blessed with a new home. I'm very excited about it. I call it my "grandma house". I want to be grandma in this house. It's a 1970 home that has been added on to a few times. We've learned quickly that nothing is square or level. There are almost more light switches than lights. I'm grinning as I type this because the funny thing is that we had the same issues with our present house and it was built sometime around 2005-6.
One of the frustrating items is plumbing. The house sat empty for most of the last 2 years. Now there are leaks. They looked minor enough until the plumber tried to fix them.
"This job is becoming slightly more complicated." Not words you wish to hear from the guy under your sink.
My new faucet is getting all new pipes too. Yay?
"I've never seen a stem quite like this." That sentence belongs to the owner of the company.
The hall bathtub faucet might have to be replaced if he can't find the part.
The poor gentleman helping me with the electrical and other handy man stuff had to cut each stud separately. The ceiling varies by nearly half an inch at it's extremes. The attic access is stuffed full of flexible silver ductwork. So full that although he or I should be able to easily navigate the space, we can't. Needless to say that will add trouble to moving light fixtures and air vents.
I am spending so much time at our local home improvement stores that I am thinking about carrying my jammies and toothbrush next trip. The associates recognize me as I walk in and ask questions about items discussed the last trip. By items I don't necessarily mean lumber and new toilets. One fellow and I discussed the LARP that is going to occur in a neighboring town.
The absolute greatest part? I ended up in my doctor's office because of an allergic rash due to the bleach water mix I was using to clean the kitchen. Apparently the gloves I used didn't keep it off my skin.
Those are just the annoyances in our personal life. I don't even think I want to go into the details of what's been going on with shipment at our business this week. Between the supply warehouse misplacing a full box and a very not helpful customer service agent, our new product has been/will be sent in a total of 3 shipments causing it to arrive 3 days late. Two days past sale date. On the only day hubby can't work it because of other work related responsibilities. Argh.
I've been going over my recent devotional time. My quick conversations. My quiet moments. I really don't recall asking for patience. I guess God just thought I needed a review. I would say that I hope I got the message so we can move on but that would be impatient of me.
In all things, praise the Lord. :-)
