I am completely useless between the hours of 10-12. Or sometime next November.
This morning started out late, again, because Poor Little Feverkins was up at 2 a.m., feeling quite awful, and desperately wanting to be entertained. We pulled out our usual midnight Buffet of Amenities: juice, cheerios, movies, cold compress, benadryl, endless cups of water, a pot in case he threw up, and a flashlight because ... well I have no idea why, actually. That was his thing.
We got very little sleep.
I spent this morning cleaning my disgusting apartment for the Chinese dinner-party we are having tonight (with authentic Chinese food, no less!), and doing a nice long series of workout videos. Then the door bell rang.
So there I was, covered in dust and grime and sweat and desperately wishing I could take a shower before answering the door. Instead I pulled on a sweatshirt, fiddled with the keys (the landlord left us thirty multi-colored keys when we moved in and no, I am not exaggerating. I still haven't figured them out), and opened the door to a strange man.
Insert Danish explanation here.
"Uh, I'm sorry?" I said. "I don't understand." I've ceased to explain that I don't speak Danish (despite the Danish class I am probably failing), because, well, it's obvious. Also, after years of thinking I had no accent whatsoever (compliments of yankeehood), since moving to Denmark I have discovered I speak distinct American. Whatever that means.
"Oh, of course," he said. "It's just, I need to deal with the pipes so you cannot use the water. For two hours."
I spent the next five minutes trying to explain that my response, a loud and resounding "Ha" actually meant, "Okay, certainly." Or possibly "a jig is forthcoming."
And then the drilling began.
And let me just say, I'm loving these new neighbors of mine more and more every day. I think we're going to be best friends.
At any rate, I can't clean myself or run errands or make the appetizers or finish the load of laundry or let my kid use the toilet despite the fact that he is doing a weird little dance right about now and it's making me nervous. Lucky for the men downstairs, I have an immense amount of experience living through waterless-and-electricityless hurricanes in the Northeast Georgia mountains, so I suppose I can survive a couple of hours.
... Except for the fact that their little experiment down there is keeping me from the happy happy coffee. Le sigh.