Grumble, grumble . . .

Ever have one of those days--okay, weeks--where you just want to crawl under the covers and hide???!!!

I mentioned we're getting the house painted, what I didn't mention is that the whole neighborhood is getting the roads redone--I'm talking, scrape the pavement off to bare red clay. It's nasty, dusty and creates a high-pitched scraping noise twenty feet from my office that would wake several thousand dead!!! At the same time, they're jack-hammering the road twenty-five feet from my office!!! At the same time, I have men scaling my house and roof like Spidermen with high-pressure washers. Those who aren't wielding the big automatic car wash-sounding machine, are scraping. Scraping, scraping, scraping!!!!! To round out the noise jubilee, is the further construction going on at a nearby hospital parking garage. More jack-hammering that shakes the whole freakin' house!!!!! Oh--and I forgot the most fun part which is having the dogs barking NON-STOP!!!!! Oh--and the doorbell ringing every five minutes. "Miz Alltour, do you have a hose hook-up? Miz Alltour, can you open the garage door? Miz Alltour, Can you close the garage door? Miz Alltour, we're really gonna need that garage door open again. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, I take Granny Sylv her breakfast and lunch and both times, she grins up at me and says, "Sure is quiet around here. What's goin' on in the world?" Double ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Doesn't anyone on the planet know I have a book due in 25 days?????? It's a small world, and lest she stop by, for fear of freaking out my sweetheart of an editor, I'll refrain from saying just how dire the situation is, but if we hadn't had to pay all of our money we ever made and hope to make between Uncle Sam and the painter, I would now be hiding out in a nice, quiet motel typing till my fingers bleed!!!!!

Meanwhile, it's Pom tryout week. For those of you who've experienced this special brand of angst--hugs!!! My poor baby practices from 4:30 to 9:00 each night. She's adorable, but that's no guarantee of making the squad. Last night was the first Pom Mom meeting, and all the new high school moms were sooooo cool!!! HIGHLY efficient and ran the meeting like a real live meeting. I wanted to get dibs on the fun jobs like making competition noisemakers and decorating the school showcase, but alas, you can't volunteer till your darling makes it.

Me and my best non-writing buds, Dixie and Karen (fellow middle school Pom Moms) have spent more time together this week than the whole past year!!

Anyway, pray for me!!! Between the AWFUL noises outside our house and Pom week, I just may come out needing even more psychiatric help than I already do!!!!!! ;-)