Please lets renovate just a little!

When I decided to blog I wanted a place to rant/vent/talk without interruption (love that the most ha ha), and then I wanted to explain the crazy, and then I wanted to get followers, and now I want to explain the crazy again! So a circle it is and the crazy you are going to get!

We are having the house painted!
Well I could just stop there I suppose it is enough to pull your hair out especially when there is zippo privacy as all the windows in the back of the house are being painted, and they are all of the bathrooms in the house and I have had 4 cups of coffee!

Then the stove packs in!
One plate, oven and grill at a time till eventually I manage to convince he, who holds the purse strings for any rather large purchases, that if he ever wants a cooked meal again he was going to have to cough up to have it replaced! And it is built in and who knows what horrors we will find when we try to fit the new one! So dragging the family to the appliance store was last Saturday's Fun Family Outing! We look at the row of shiny new stoves and I ask the Hubby, "Which one do you like?" to which he replies "the Cheap one!" Now why am I not surprised and why did I bother to ask! Can be delivered on Tuesday (and not the cheap one).

Then the Microwave packs in!
Now no stove and no microwave - the universes way to say STOP COOKING!! But the hubby decided to remind me that there is a little company called Mr Microwave around the corner from our house and he bundles it into MY car for repairs the next day - am I not busy enough? Coffee Networking mornings are very important! So luckily for R250 and in 2 hours a very nice man Doug, fixes my microwave so at least we can eat! Damn here I was planning my takeaways for the week!

Daddy Dearest comes to fit the new stove!
He arrives 2 hours late (cannot get good help these days - especially when it is free) and dismantles the old stove with the one remaining hot plate and then finds . . . the new hob does not fit into the old hole! By about 5mm and it is granite! So he tells me to call my granite guy. Is that under G for Granite just after G for God? Where on earth does he think I am going to find a Granite Guy? If I had a granite guy I would not need Daddy Dearest!

The Carpenter!
Here to fix all the wood rot and the bits an bobs that need doing, as well building a shelf for the under counter oven to stand on (no more warming draws in built in ovens you know) tells me that we need to buy a burglar guard for the bathroom window he is replacing as he did not see that the original window has BUILT IN STEEL guards that are the shape of the cottage pane window! Hubby freaks out on the phone, I have to tell The Carpenter that he has to sort it out! The man is 80 if he is a day - how do you fight with the elderly?

Man I need an increase and a bonus!

So we sort out one problem after another, I hit mommy mode and do the school, tennis, rugby, homework thing and the wrestle my eldest into the shower for him to tell me "Mom there is no water coming out of the taps!" According to the water department there is a burst pipe 2 roads up and we have a 6 - 8 hour wait for water and it is 5:30pm!

And I have not even told you about the visit to the Dermatologist yet!