Last night after putting Patrick to bed, Matt and I decided to do a few things to our guest bedroom. We've had a fan to install for several weeks and hadn't gotten around to the task yet, so we picked yesterday night as a good time to get that done. We started with plenty of time to get the fan finished a little while before we needed to go to bed. As you might have already predicted, that didn't happen.
Installing the fan turned out to be a comedy of errors. We (by "we," I really mean Matt) got the fan completely installed in about the time we expected, turned on the power to try it out, and it didn't work. Well, the fan did, but the light didn't. It turned out that the first light bulb was bad, so we tried another. It still didn't work, nor did the next light bulb. Matt proceeded to uninstall the fan and troubleshoot the wiring, both his own from the ceiling to the fan and in the fan itself. He thought he found the problem, so he reinstalled the fan and tried again. Again it didn't work. Again he repeated the troubleshooting. Finally he found the problem that he had somehow missed the first time (to spare his pride, it turned out to be an issue with the wiring in the fan). It was an easy fix, and in just a few minutes he had reinstalled the fan yet again. This time it worked! I was all set to go straight to bed, as it was now about an hour past my bedtime, when we discovered the fan rattled when it was on. One of the blades kept hitting one of the wires. Matt and I could only sigh, close the door on the mess, and head to bed anyway. I guess tonight we will reinstall the fan one more time after adjusting the blades so they don't hit any wires.
Then this morning I couldn't sleep as late as I wanted to. We had a plumber scheduled to come at 10 to take care of some issues with our guest bathroom toilet. That means I had to be up, showered and dressed, and have Patrick fed all by that time. It seems rididulous that I can be working off less than 8 hours of sleep when Patrick sleeps through the night--and then some--and I don't have to get up and do anything specific during the day.
I think I dislike having people come over to the house for things even worse than going out for appointments or errands. I still have to reschedule my entire day carefully so that I'm ready in time and don't have to feed Patrick during the appointed time, and it's just as stressful. The main difference, though, is that I'm doing nothing while the plumber is here (or the cable guy, etc). I feel like I should be able to act like it's a normal day, when it really isn't. I also hate having strange people, usually men, in my house when only Patrick and I are around. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. And when they don't even show up when they say they will, it throws off my already carefully calculated routine. Somehow everything works out every time, but I still worry every time anyway.
So that's why I'm tired today. Because I've promised to write about "the boy" in the blog, I'm compensating for my complaining by providing another video of Patrick. Here, he is playing with the toys on his infant chair. Unfortunately he doesn't talk like he often does when he's playing, but you can still watch him play and the funny faces he gets when he hits his toys.
By the way, yay! It's May! It's my favorite month of the year...springtime, pretty flowers, warm weather, end of the school year (that used to be a big deal anyway), and of course my birthday. Happy May!
Installing the fan turned out to be a comedy of errors. We (by "we," I really mean Matt) got the fan completely installed in about the time we expected, turned on the power to try it out, and it didn't work. Well, the fan did, but the light didn't. It turned out that the first light bulb was bad, so we tried another. It still didn't work, nor did the next light bulb. Matt proceeded to uninstall the fan and troubleshoot the wiring, both his own from the ceiling to the fan and in the fan itself. He thought he found the problem, so he reinstalled the fan and tried again. Again it didn't work. Again he repeated the troubleshooting. Finally he found the problem that he had somehow missed the first time (to spare his pride, it turned out to be an issue with the wiring in the fan). It was an easy fix, and in just a few minutes he had reinstalled the fan yet again. This time it worked! I was all set to go straight to bed, as it was now about an hour past my bedtime, when we discovered the fan rattled when it was on. One of the blades kept hitting one of the wires. Matt and I could only sigh, close the door on the mess, and head to bed anyway. I guess tonight we will reinstall the fan one more time after adjusting the blades so they don't hit any wires.
Then this morning I couldn't sleep as late as I wanted to. We had a plumber scheduled to come at 10 to take care of some issues with our guest bathroom toilet. That means I had to be up, showered and dressed, and have Patrick fed all by that time. It seems rididulous that I can be working off less than 8 hours of sleep when Patrick sleeps through the night--and then some--and I don't have to get up and do anything specific during the day.
I think I dislike having people come over to the house for things even worse than going out for appointments or errands. I still have to reschedule my entire day carefully so that I'm ready in time and don't have to feed Patrick during the appointed time, and it's just as stressful. The main difference, though, is that I'm doing nothing while the plumber is here (or the cable guy, etc). I feel like I should be able to act like it's a normal day, when it really isn't. I also hate having strange people, usually men, in my house when only Patrick and I are around. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. And when they don't even show up when they say they will, it throws off my already carefully calculated routine. Somehow everything works out every time, but I still worry every time anyway.
So that's why I'm tired today. Because I've promised to write about "the boy" in the blog, I'm compensating for my complaining by providing another video of Patrick. Here, he is playing with the toys on his infant chair. Unfortunately he doesn't talk like he often does when he's playing, but you can still watch him play and the funny faces he gets when he hits his toys.
By the way, yay! It's May! It's my favorite month of the year...springtime, pretty flowers, warm weather, end of the school year (that used to be a big deal anyway), and of course my birthday. Happy May!
Labels: Frustration, Other, Video
2 Comments:
Wow sounds like lots of trouble with the fan..lol I hate when that happens.. Great video though!!! He is too cute and looks like he loves his toys!!
I finally got the video to work once I got to school today. Am I missing some software on the desktop computer at home? Anyway, the video was adorable! He certainly does love his toys.
By the way, now that it's May, what do you want for your birthday?
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