Phase I is complete. Let the Fun Begin.

Well, the new dishwasher is in, and that is the last of the workers in the house for a while.  Here is a shot of somebody who decided the dishwasher box was a good place to hang out. He has been the least affected by all the goings-on, and actually tried to get behind the fridge with the repair guy last week to see what he was up to.  Not so for Rosie, who lets out a bark every few minutes or so when people are working in the house.. That is, when she wasn't shaking like a leaf from behind my legs under the desk. 

I'm glad the work is done for now, and realize that I am so fortunate to have the means to improve upon things in this way. Nothing over the top, and I feel a little guilty replacing the previous stuff, as it all worked just fine, although it wasn't exactly what I'd call attractive nor did it have the features I would have chosen.  I've definitely felt a little awkward with all the worker people around, since I realize they see me as this Person With Money.  They probably think I'm one of the typical women in my town (which has a somewhat deservedly snobby reputation) who don't work, but instead go to pilates class, and have my nails done, while my husband brings home a big paycheck.  In actuality, my family's background is working class, like them, and we are certainly not rolling in money, although we are good savers.  I try to be friendly and nice, and I offer them coffee, but all the time I'm wondering what they're saying to each other when they yell back and forth in Portuguese...

Completely unrelated. When I went to school today to volunteer in J's class, they had just broke up from circle time on the rug and had been talking about holiday traditions. J comes up to me with a pouty face and says:

   "Why didn't you make any food I liked for Thanksgiving? All I had was turkey, and everything else was Bad." 

Not sure how to reply to that one. Maybe we should have had chicken nuggets and ramen noodles with carrot sticks, and he could have bragged that he ate everything. Oy vey, this kid gives me such a hard time sometimes...