I don't know if it is the summer-like weather or some aberrant inner calling, but Doc is once again in full home maintenance mode and, frankly, it has me exhausted.
It is not that I have actually had to physically do anything. Our abilities don't lean toward us being do-it-yourselfers. I have mentioned before that Doc has a "guy" for every possible home maintenance need and one main go-to guy, the hapless Robert.
Robert has just finished (except for a few buckets and ladders scattered around the yard) painting the outside of our house, a pretty straight forward task, unless you are Robert. Doc allowed Robert to do the job after a man-to-man talk about it being completed in a timely manner. Long story short ( or maybe short story long), it took him almost a month to complete a job that was promised to be done in four days. I have spent most of that month either trying to soothe or trying to avoid Doc's anger at Robert. Exhausting.
Next comes carpet cleaning, new tile in the bathrooms and refinishing the deck. Doc thinks the best time for these things to get done is while we will be out of town for a few days in a couple of weeks. That would not be my first choice for several reasons, home security being at the top of my list. The fact that most all of Doc's "guys" already have our garage door code pretty much takes the air out of my security argument. My other argument about just not wanting to have all those people in the house when we are gone hasn't gotten too far either. I'm a "choose your battles" type, or maybe I'm just too exhausted to "discuss" it any more.
After that there will be interior painting. If Doc has gotten over being mad at him, that will again involve Robert, which just leaves me too exhausted to even think about it.
I know there are a lot of "count your blessings" in all of this and I am grateful that it is all getting done, or at least I will be when August gets here and it is all done and I'm not so exhausted from doing nothing.