My sweatshirt’s got it all wrong.
Emblazoned across the front, in bright gold letters, it says, “STRESS: what happens when your gut says no and your mouth says ‘Of course, I’d be glad to.’”
That may be the cause of most stress, certainly the cause of much of mine in the past, but I’ve found a new source: home remodeling.
We’re only having some changes made in our bathroom.
The tub is gone, the washer and dryer are going in, new lines had to be run, and three guys were huddled together at the far end of the house, arguing over what could and couldn’t be done. They were worried about logistics. I was worried about holes in my walls where there weren’t holes before.
There’s no way I can watch the process. I took myself off to the other end of the house, but it wasn’t far enough to avoid hearing the mysterious and terrifying sounds of construction–drilling, pounding, crunching, crumbling.
Worse are the running commentaries. For people like me, duct tape across the mouth should be mandatory for those doing the work. Nothing sends me to my knees in prayer faster than hearing things like this:
“I was afraid of that.”
“I didn’t expect that.”
“I should have known.”
“We can fix it.”
Eventually today the talk turned to hunting, and grandkids, and somebody’s music band. That must be a good sign, I thought. Please let it be a good sign.
Finally, finally, I overheard the one phrase I’d been waiting for.
They picked up their tools and headed out the door, and the contractor announced that all the lines were in and they were finished for the day.
Best of all, the house is still standing, and I don’t see daylight through any of the walls. They knew what they were doing. What a relief.
Stress levels now going down.