Monday night, and this has already been a trying week. And miles to go.......
...spent all Sunday priming and prepping for a chalkboard wall we're doing in our kitchen, and the freaking magnetic primer just plain didn't work. Have to put a second coat on the finish coat around midnight or 1am tonight, after letting the first coat dry. But it has to be done tonight, to allow three days dry time before use because we're going to need it for Friday...
...when we're hosting my little bro's rehearsal dinner here at my house. So the wife is deep cleaning everywhere, pissed at me because some things, admittedly, are messy on my account, and she's just generally peeved any time she has to scrub sinks and showers and toilets.
Really under the gun to get shopped, prepped, cleaned, and food prepared for this thing. Just thinking about all the work and prep and trying to make it all happen elegantly on the day of without requiring my full time in the kitchen during the dinner is stressing me out already.
And some of the deets on the festivities are changing on me. People being added to the list, kids being added, now there is an actual rehearsal for me to go to, when I specifically asked that months ago before agreeing to host, 2 hours before everyone shows up on my doorstep wanting to eat. This started out as a casual thing for about a dozen, now it's 20+, with a rehearsal... argh.
Had to flake on a philanthropic commitment tonight as a result.
Will have to flake on my usual tennis on Thursday, my last shred of physical fitness.
Work is freaking slammed. One huge dickhead customer, not a big deal really, but just had a really unpleasant, very unusual encounter with someone on the phone right at a bad moment today.
Got a call from a dude who is absolutely certifiable and wants us to invest in his lunatic project, which I will turn down, but for a number of bizarre geographical/social reasons coupled with his lunacy, this is not going to go away any time soon. This is a fellow who my folks have had to call the cops on because he shows up in a manic state, walks into their house, and refuses to leave while babbling on.
So much work to do. Ugh.
And we're out of wine, well, at least, out of drinkable not-saving-it-for-some-reason wine.
Not to mention I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's election. Fucking trash doesn't pick up tomorrow because it's a fucking City holiday. WTF? We're voting for our government services on a day when they won't even do them?