I've had a couple of days that more closely resembled purgatory, or a trip to the mental institution, where they keep the serial nut cases. (no offense intended, I've been there myself, and it feels like I'm heading back soon)
Anyhow.... I have no idea who is who or what is what anymore...
I'm in the middle of trying to put the roof back together, and I can see where and how it has to go, but getting it there is turning out to be a little bit of a trick and a half. (frustrating to say the least).
Anyhow, let's go chronological with what I can remember from my alleged mind.
Last Saturday, (the 17th of July) I managed to pick up the timber for restructuring the roof, and, in getting home I got the bulk of the roof apart. then it rained, a little rain. Alright, survived the rain, got things dried up, and went back up Sunday to work on it after church, got the rest of things taken up (sheeting and strapping etc, etc.) so now I'm ready for the rebuild.
Monday night, the three year old falls asleep early, and my wife takes the other one away so i can work. I start working, first hammer swing wakes the three year old up. so much for that idea. Now I'm waiting for my wife to get home so I can go pick up the tools and secure the roof for the rain that is coming.
And rain it did. All Tuesday... That was NOT A GOOD DAY. Rain pouring directly through the timber structure between the old and new portions of the house. So picture this if you will. I'm at work, and my wife is at home with rain pouring in, and two grumpy whining kids. Towels everywhere, buckets trying to catch the water dropping from the support beams, it was generally not a very good day. and while I am at work, she shares each and every blessed moment with me via cellphone. (sometimes I regret owning a cellphone).
Ok, so we survive Tuesday, and foolish me, I am thinking that I need to get back on the roof and get it back together. So I call in some help. He shows up Wednesday, adn we get the timber and sheeting back over the kitchen portion of the home. Not the other side, and no strapping, paper or steel down, but at least teh sheets are down.
then it's Thursday and I'm not able to get anything done, not a single ten minutes to work. Had to do dinner, dishes, clean house, clean kids, put them to sleep, etc, etc. Basically no support for my trying to get on the roof to get it finished.
Friday was a little better, but only just. I started getting the rest of the roof up so that I could finish fixing it all.
Saturday was almost a complete write off, I got about three hours total on the roof. Now we're at the point where I am ready to drop the rafters from over the covered deck. but it's party time. the youngest is turning two today... Yay, party.
But after the party all I hear is how worn out and tired everyone is, and that I have to stick around and watch the boys, deal with all the mess, etc, etc. why can I not just do what I have to do. Can't she understand how important this is?!
To top it off. We fight, and I mean really get into it, or at least I do. She's in tears and I'm completely unreasonable, being a total ass about it. I've had it. I'm tired, overworked, stressed, and the roof is completely off, waiting for the next rainstorm. But she wanted to take a nap, so I got frustrated and resentful. Then things went downhill, she comes back from resting, feeling guilty and starts to get panicky and all the usual crap that goes with it. I snapped, I truly wanted her out of my house at that point.
from them on down, I slid all the way to the bottom, ending in tears on the bathroom floor. But it makes no difference, now that I've stopped crying, we're back at the "I can't get to doing the work I need to do" stage, and I'm going to snap again soon if this week goes like last week did.
So tonight I'm heading home, hopefully she's taken the boys and gone somewhere else so that I can actually work...
We'll see.
Until later,
Fragile and frustrated,
Dan Casey.
Anyhow, let's go chronological with what I can remember from my alleged mind.
Last Saturday, (the 17th of July) I managed to pick up the timber for restructuring the roof, and, in getting home I got the bulk of the roof apart. then it rained, a little rain. Alright, survived the rain, got things dried up, and went back up Sunday to work on it after church, got the rest of things taken up (sheeting and strapping etc, etc.) so now I'm ready for the rebuild.
Monday night, the three year old falls asleep early, and my wife takes the other one away so i can work. I start working, first hammer swing wakes the three year old up. so much for that idea. Now I'm waiting for my wife to get home so I can go pick up the tools and secure the roof for the rain that is coming.
And rain it did. All Tuesday... That was NOT A GOOD DAY. Rain pouring directly through the timber structure between the old and new portions of the house. So picture this if you will. I'm at work, and my wife is at home with rain pouring in, and two grumpy whining kids. Towels everywhere, buckets trying to catch the water dropping from the support beams, it was generally not a very good day. and while I am at work, she shares each and every blessed moment with me via cellphone. (sometimes I regret owning a cellphone).
Ok, so we survive Tuesday, and foolish me, I am thinking that I need to get back on the roof and get it back together. So I call in some help. He shows up Wednesday, adn we get the timber and sheeting back over the kitchen portion of the home. Not the other side, and no strapping, paper or steel down, but at least teh sheets are down.
then it's Thursday and I'm not able to get anything done, not a single ten minutes to work. Had to do dinner, dishes, clean house, clean kids, put them to sleep, etc, etc. Basically no support for my trying to get on the roof to get it finished.
Friday was a little better, but only just. I started getting the rest of the roof up so that I could finish fixing it all.
Saturday was almost a complete write off, I got about three hours total on the roof. Now we're at the point where I am ready to drop the rafters from over the covered deck. but it's party time. the youngest is turning two today... Yay, party.
But after the party all I hear is how worn out and tired everyone is, and that I have to stick around and watch the boys, deal with all the mess, etc, etc. why can I not just do what I have to do. Can't she understand how important this is?!
To top it off. We fight, and I mean really get into it, or at least I do. She's in tears and I'm completely unreasonable, being a total ass about it. I've had it. I'm tired, overworked, stressed, and the roof is completely off, waiting for the next rainstorm. But she wanted to take a nap, so I got frustrated and resentful. Then things went downhill, she comes back from resting, feeling guilty and starts to get panicky and all the usual crap that goes with it. I snapped, I truly wanted her out of my house at that point.
from them on down, I slid all the way to the bottom, ending in tears on the bathroom floor. But it makes no difference, now that I've stopped crying, we're back at the "I can't get to doing the work I need to do" stage, and I'm going to snap again soon if this week goes like last week did.
So tonight I'm heading home, hopefully she's taken the boys and gone somewhere else so that I can actually work...
We'll see.
Until later,
Fragile and frustrated,
Dan Casey.
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