That is me, sticking out my tongue and blowing raspberries on hearing the news that our house will not be ready tomorrow. Since tomorrow is Virtual Friday (the weekend here is Thursday and Friday), it means we won’t get into our house until Saturday (Virtual Monday).
I have a hard enough time keeping track of what day it is in America, where I’ve lived my entire life with a M-F work week. Now that I have to keep track of a whole new weekend? Let’s just say every morning when I go to take my medicine I look at my days of the week pill box (yes, my grandma had one too — laugh away) and feel like playing “eenie, meanie, miney, moe” since I can’t even begin to guess which compartment to open. I end up just flipping them all open until I find one with a pill still in it and think, “huh. I guess it’s Tuesday today. Who knew?”
So back to our house/not our house yet. I don’t know why it really matters that we can’t move in for an extra 3 days, it’s not like we have anything to “move in.” Once we’re living there I’m sure I’ll just be posting about how everything is all echoey and the kids are playing soccer in the living room since we have tons of space and nothing to fill it. And while we’re at the hotel we get breakfast every morning and housekeeping comes to clean every day. In the big house we’ll be doing all our own cleaning for a few weeks until all the paperwork has been processed allowing our maid to work for us.
So I’ll just enjoy the hotel comforts like TV and wi-fi for a few more days without complaint. We’ll get moved in soon enough and then we’ll have to do all the work and have the expense of setting up those systems in our new house ourselves.