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Paula, be sure to look at the last post for yesterday. I listed all the exercises. 
DH and I are both so worn out and I am over the construction, debris, interruption, and disturbance in our daily lives. Unless you have Asperger's Syndrome like me you wouldn't understand. Also, on top of being stressed out about the water tank being defective I had a blow up with the tile man first thing yesterday morning. He had told my dh the evening before that he would need the driveway to cut the tile and he wanted us to park on the street. Well, dh did not tell me this so I parked at the end of the driveway to allow room for the tank guy to get the defective one out of the garage and install the new one. Any other service trucks are not allowed to park in our driveway or on the lawn area, only on the street. Since the tile guy had all his tools in our garage already I figured he had everything and I could just stay in the driveway and he could park his long truck on the street. Well, he got *&^%* off about that and raised cane immediately. I told him I would park on the street, but I didn't want to. Long story short, he kept right on harping about it, I had a meltdown, he had a meltdown and threatened to quit. I told him we'd already paid him to do the job and he was going to finish it, and I was so upset that it took me most of the day to calm myself. I think we both shed tears. It was awful. We made up before the day was over, but it left us both scarred and he worked later than usual to hurry up and get this job done. He has stress going on in his life as well, but I could not for the life of me figure out why he needed that truck right in his face. I am the 68 yr old homeowner, the one who owns this house and sweated to pay for it and had to go to the grocery store yesterday afternoon and carry those heavy groceries in from the street with my bad leg dragging behind me, four trips. Let's put it this way, he will not get any kind of referral from me and in my book he is unprofessional and discourteous and rude. I could have had a heart attack from the stress he put me through. Anyway, he is going to finish this job and get the **** out of here. I wish my dh had never called his #. I spit on him.
I hope all of you have a great day. Who knows what our day will bring.
DH and I are both so worn out and I am over the construction, debris, interruption, and disturbance in our daily lives. Unless you have Asperger's Syndrome like me you wouldn't understand. Also, on top of being stressed out about the water tank being defective I had a blow up with the tile man first thing yesterday morning. He had told my dh the evening before that he would need the driveway to cut the tile and he wanted us to park on the street. Well, dh did not tell me this so I parked at the end of the driveway to allow room for the tank guy to get the defective one out of the garage and install the new one. Any other service trucks are not allowed to park in our driveway or on the lawn area, only on the street. Since the tile guy had all his tools in our garage already I figured he had everything and I could just stay in the driveway and he could park his long truck on the street. Well, he got *&^%* off about that and raised cane immediately. I told him I would park on the street, but I didn't want to. Long story short, he kept right on harping about it, I had a meltdown, he had a meltdown and threatened to quit. I told him we'd already paid him to do the job and he was going to finish it, and I was so upset that it took me most of the day to calm myself. I think we both shed tears. It was awful. We made up before the day was over, but it left us both scarred and he worked later than usual to hurry up and get this job done. He has stress going on in his life as well, but I could not for the life of me figure out why he needed that truck right in his face. I am the 68 yr old homeowner, the one who owns this house and sweated to pay for it and had to go to the grocery store yesterday afternoon and carry those heavy groceries in from the street with my bad leg dragging behind me, four trips. Let's put it this way, he will not get any kind of referral from me and in my book he is unprofessional and discourteous and rude. I could have had a heart attack from the stress he put me through. Anyway, he is going to finish this job and get the **** out of here. I wish my dh had never called his #. I spit on him.
I hope all of you have a great day. Who knows what our day will bring.
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