How has your week been?
As always mine has been fairly full.
Of course we had our garage sale last Saturday and then I bolted off to photograph and film for an upcoming magazine, then I took my Cheer Chick Charlie Crew for Christmas afternoon tea.
Sunday was spent at home with me refusing to leave the house.
Monday was another day trip to Sydney for the model daughter where I discovered Bronte and Waverley Cemetery.
Tuesday I had the house to myself as the Hubster and the kids headed for the coast. It was another day I refused to leave and I managed to get a hell of a lot of work done which was fantabulous.
Wednesday I managed to publish a new website, put the Jeep in for bodywork repairs and went off to work in an office environment. I also managed to finish oiling the back deck and then attended my first Executive meeting that night in my new volunteer role as communications guru for the local soccer club.
Thursday was another day in the office which ended in the office Christmas party. So good to have a P Plater in the house who is now our Uber driver. Oh how the tables have turned.
Which brings us to today.
Today is the day my ensuite is meant to be finished. I've booked the plumber in to replace the taps which requires the new vanity to be installed first. The plumber apprentice is going to help me rip out the old one and put the new one together. Only thing is I've woken up this morning and realised I forgot to check the status of my vanity delivery. It was due yesterday. It didn't arrive. I have no vanity.
[Insert swear word here.]
[Let's insert it here as well.]
[Might as well go for the trifecta and insert it here too. In capitals.]
Well that sucks. We're hosting a party tomorrow night for 80+ people. Then next weekend we're hosting Christmas lunch for around 20 people. I kind of need two bathrooms. As of 5pm today the plumber shuts down until mid January. I'm not feeling at all happy about this.
So right now I'm using every mental tool I have to visualise the truck arriving with the vanity before 9.00am. As I will the truck towards Canberra my head muscles are aching with the pressure. Or it could be that bottle of champagne I drank last night at the Christmas party.
Will my ensuite be finished today?
Can the power of positive thinking help me out of this jam?
Only time will tell (and the clock is ticking).
How has your week been?
Did you have to insert any swear words?