Call me crankypants

At this point in the process I am 80% cranky, and 20% happy. Hopefully as the week goes on, the ratio will improve. It seems like the forecast for the rest of the week seems to be leaning towards shit storm. Perhaps the winds will change directions.

Dan is cranky too. He almost killed me when I said that the new daybed was being delivered on Saturday (yup, same day we were in renovation and cluster hell). Ooops. When he was outside I managed to move it to a better area - because it prevented is from getting into the bathroom at one point. Sometimes, I have Hulk-like strength when I want to move something. It's weird. I think "scrawny" is an accurate description for my physique, but I become superman. It's like one of those people who lifts cars in times of need. OK, maybe not exactly like those people. Last week, I moved the futon downstairs all by myself. Dan came home and was like "how the F did you do that?". I have no idea. I'm just stubborn I guess. When I want something done right away, I do it.

Anyway, this morning was just a bad morning. I had an awful nights sleep. Wandering into the bathroom over splinter filled floors and crashing into everything you own which you have jammed into the bathroom, is not a good way to start your day. Since I had the cats locked in with me (Dan slept in the couch because he didn't want to "sleep in that dump") was also a bad, bad idea. They jumped around all night, scratched at the door, and I awoke to a stench coming from their litter box.

After walking up we had to move the bed downstairs. Walking on a half finished staircase with treads missing is not a "safe" way to move a mattress. I broke a sweat even before I went to work. Then, I had to pack up the cats and take them to the vet to be boarded for the week. I realize this is for their safety, but it really makes me feel awful. I feel bad that they have to be in a tiny cage all week. But, I had no choice. The good thing is that the folks at the vet couldn't be any nicer, and the vet is only 9 blocks from the house. I hope they give them treats and rub Dylan's belly (he likes that). At least they get to be together.

I look forward to going to a hotel. It's funny how different Dan and I view staying at a hotel. He gets excited to watch movies on the TV that are still in the theater, and I get exciting for the maid service. Oh, well. We really didn't want to stay in a hotel in order to save money, but we realized it was for the best. After ripping up the carpets in Saturday I got a bloody nose. That can't be good. We ended up using priceline and getting the same hotel my parents are staying this weekend. It couldn't have worked out better.