Expecting delivery of a major appliance plus being concerned about when the heck you’ll have time to clean before a bunch of people descend upon your home for a christening equals nightmares. Or at least in my case, it does.
Last night, in my dream, they were doing what seemed like construction work to install the new dishwasher. The sink and countertop were removed entirely. There was dirt and dust flying all over the place. Huge pieces of what looked like peeling paint covered every surface. Our Lab, Nicky, was resurrected and we had to keep him out of the way of the workers.
I can’t remember how the dream ended and if they ever got the dishwasher in. Meantime, in real life, the delivery window was changed from between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. to between 2 and 6 p.m. They still aren’t here.
This evening’s dilemma is what to do about dinner. The second I start cooking, they are certain to show up so I’ve pretty much given up on that plan. At least the baby is set for dinner. Maybe the rest of us should just crack open some bottles of formula as well!