Word has it that everybody at Yellow Dog's work keeps being surprised when he walks in each morning. Not because he's tends to no-show, but because they think surely today will be the day he's off for paternity leave. People, people, let's at least wait until the due date hits to try to get rid of him!
My biggest hope for the next five days? That the roofing work that properly began today (scaffolding went up nearly two weeks ago) will be finished. They're not working directly over my head yet so it's not all that bad, but we'll just see. Luckily, it pretty much sounds like regular hammering and pounding noises, so here's a big thank you to years of set building and tech weeks causing these sounds to be familiar. So far only the liquor bottles have been rattled and not my nerves.
If they don't finish in the next five days (or before the baby's born, really) then, well, we'll see. I have a sneaking suspicion that Yellow Dog and I will be bothered far more by the sounds than the baby will. And maybe we'll be too busy staring dreamily into the each other's eyes to even notice the clomping and banging and shouting.
...nah, we're far too accomplished at complaining to give up just for The Miracle of Life.
Posted by Ida at December 10, 2007 12:23 PM