Today I received a phone call:
Roger: "Ma'am, this is Roger from Alpine Air."
[I hate being called ma'am, I need to go buy some wrinkle cream.]
"We are coming over tomorrow at 7am for the mold remediation."
Me: "Ok, great."
Roger: "We'll start the demo at 8am."
Me: "Ahhhhhhhhh, noooooo (sobbing commences) why do you have to use the word 'demo?' I can't handle this, the stress is too much, I'm not going to have a kitchen wall! (high pitched shrieking followed by wailing) What about my cabinets? Will I have to put all my dishes in plastic bins? (more sobbing) Roger help me!"
Ok, I didn't really react that way. But the demo is happening tomorrow, at 8am. Sebastian is getting thrown out on his lousy, moldy butt tomorrow for good. I'm having half my wall removed around the sink and stove, behind my cabinets. I'm just going to pray that my cabinets stay somewhat intact.
So I had to get ready for this remediation, first I cleaned out the cabinets. Actually Brady helped clean out the cabinets, though it was only because I hid the t.v. remote.
I didn't really have any where to put everything so the contents of my cabinets are strewn about my house. I'm trying to pretend my living room is a department store and this is a pretty display.
I got some wine. Half my wall is being torn out, I need something to take the edge off. Sidebar: Peju is my favorite winery in Napa, awesome wine, gorgeous grounds, friendly people. Love it!
I procured a turkey sandwich for lunch tomorrow from Bagel Me. I won't be able to leave the house and I know I'm going to be hungry, that's just how I am. Bagel Me's sandwiches come with bagel chips and this awesome cinnamony applesauce stuff. Sooooo gooood.
I got new toys and treats for the bullies to distract them from the workers and all the banging and destruction that will be happening in the house. Ugh, destruction. Destruction in one's home is never good.
And to distract me, I brought home a big ol' pile of work. Doesn't it look like so much fun?
I'm working on a presentation about the assessment of emotionally disturbed children. After this mold remediation, I'm going to be seriously emotionally disturbed.
So long Sebastian, don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out!