So I am now sitting in the den, waiting for them to finish, and I brought my work laptop with me. (I don't work from the recliner all the time because 1) it is bad for my posture, and 2) it makes me sleepy in the mornings, and I'd hate to doze off in the middle of a conference call.) It's not so bad, though. One advantage of having a virtually dead yard is that it doesn't take long to do. Just whack down the weeds, mow the one little patch of "more clover than grass," rake the leaves into semi-artistic mounds around the trees, and be done. Usually less than 30 minutes for 2 guys, which is also good, considering the noise is deafening. They do our yard and our neighbor's yard at the same time, which combined is still likely smaller than some of the other yards they do.
Currently feeling:

I have this type of fear too. I hate having anyone in my house to do any sort of repair or anything because I feel so self-conscious doing any of my normal stuff. I'm finding now with the new house and the finishing of the basement that there has been a steady stream of workmen in and around our house and I'm just getting desensitized to it. Also I just think that with age I care less and less what people think of my big butt sitting in a chair or whatever. Its your house, so difficult as it may be, try to get over your self consciousness - probably they've witnessed much worse anyway.
ReplyDeleteAt least that is what I try to tell myself when my kitchen sink is full of dishes, the counters have crumbs, and I'm sitting in my oldest worn T-shirt and shorts watching some junky reality show on TV while stitching and eating chocolate - and the workmen are trying to do their jobs! LOL