I can't believe Monday is upon me already. The weekend flew by and was far too short. I had nothing planned for a change and was glad to have a weekend all by myself.
I found myself getting angry again - It's all the stupid things. Never mind the big one - roof needing fixing, a couple of pieces of trim missing at the top of the stairs, a Macgyvor'd bunch of electrical stuff in my kitchen that just has to go; and a couple of other little things around the house. It was all bugging me this weekend and making me angry.
I went to try and put some stuff in the ugly shed shed at the back of the house and put my foot through the floor. yeah... this is good. NOT impressed. The shed is either going to have to be rebuilt or completely demolished and thrown in the red dumpster.
Irritation factor - I have these really nice lights in my hall way both upstairs and down. A bulb was burnt out and for the life of me I can't figure out how to get the glass thingy off so I can replace the bulb. Now I am no Einstein, I hate doing math, but gee, I can read instructions - except maps - I can follow a recipe, except for beef stuff, they gave me a masters degree and I am not as inept as my teen ager believes, but really - replacing a light bulb is apparently beyond my capabilities. At least RJ wasn't around rolling her eyes as I attempted to get the light shade down from the ceiling. It was a ridiculous sight. I will wait until TattooYou, my painter guy turns up later this week to show me what the EFF the trick is with these ceiling lamps.
And talk about lights. I put one of those last forever environmentally friendly screw type light bulbs into the brand new lamp I bought for the living room. The thing burnt out this week. huh? I am hoping it was just a dud bulb and not a dud lamp. Clearly we're not sparkling around the place this week.
The other niggly make me frustrated stupid thing is the ceiling fan. It's in the stairwell going to the second floor. WELL it's time for the fan to go clockwise instead of counter clock wise. The whole heat rising AC drops thing. That much physics I get. The fan doesn't have a remote control for it the way all the new ones do. The XSU would bring *his* ladder into the house and get up there and change the direction because the pull chains are 10 feet up in the air. What's a separated-no-ladder-in-the-house-woman supposed to do with the fan?
The big stuff I dealt with fairly well I think. It's going to be the idiotic small stuff WTF? type things that will creep up on me little by little that will get my knickers all twisted.
Who knew it would be my lack of light changing skills in the DIY department that would set me off.