Well it's day three, almost to the hour.
My plans to sleep another few hours off the day didn't work my four legged monster decided it was time to get up at 7:30 which just happens to be almost exactly three days since my last fag.
I'm hoping I can have a productive day today as well as avoid a stink stick.
I'm feeling pretty confident, don't want to get over confident though! I reckon I'm at the point where my willpower is strong enough to reach for the ecig instead of buying real ones for the shop.
As long as nothing happens to upset me. I reckon I've got a decent chance of not letting anything get to me.
There's a big row with the plumber brewing, he's bought the wrong boiler and didn't even ask me if it was what I wanted before he installed it. It was plumbed in before I knew it, I was waiting for him to get back to me with prices and options.
If I complain he's not going to sort it, he'll just rip it out and walk off the job. Finding a good plumber who's immediately available will be a nightmare and will hold up the rest of the job. I'm managing very well without a bath or shower, going round to OH's etc, but I'm sensibly craving a nice long hot bath, best stress relief to replace smoking.
I reckon I'm coping well with this little disaster, well I'm ignoring it so OK maybe not. My dad will be fuming! He'll put pressure on me to fire the plumber. I knew there'd never be a builder good enough for his daughter so I was hoping to keep him out of the job as much as possible. But the builders can't do the very simple final phase of the electrics so they're expecting my dad to do it because he did the first phase - he is an electrician btw. So I've had to call on him. He'll spend today criticizing their work and making me paranoid it's all going to fall down. I just hope he doesn't start ripping it out!
I'm getting myself worked up here. This is my house, my money that's paying for it, I choose the builders as carefully as I could, I'm delighted with the quality of their work so for, I'm happy with the price they've charged me so far, I'm too busy at work to be messing about, I just want a usable bathroom and an end to the constant dust asap.
Grrr, I was feeling very positive before I let this start whizzing round in my head.
I'll be asking my dad to help me choose a shower and radiator to make sure I get the right one. A second opinion is always a good thing and OH is away. But my dad will go ape at me walking into B&Q and saying - that one. He'll say OK, now shop around, don't pay that. So what am I supposed to do, go online and get a cheaper one, if it's faulty returning it can be a nightmare, there could be problems with delivery which would delay the job. Take a day off work and go through the yellow pages. I work alone so if I take time off work the work doesn't get done and I have to deal with customers screaming blue murder at me. I can expect to be chained to my office from 8am to 6pm every weekday. Of course the places to get the best prices aren't open weekends. I know walking into B&Q isn't the cheapest option but it is the simplest, quickest, surest, least stressful!
Waaa!! No, I am just going to have to be firm with my dad and tell him it's my decision but I still want his help and advice?!!?!?! Seems rude to me. Ah blooming 'eck. I avoid conflict like the plague at the best of times, without the fags I'm even more keen to avoid any sort of upset. My dad is the very best of men and I don't want to offend or disappoint him, I'd be mortified. But I want this job finished so I need to make sure the builders have the materials they need when they need them. Grrrrr!!! Waaaaaa!!!
Gotta break this silly cycle.