Guilt

It has not been a fun week. Today the carpets are being relaid, but the hardwood in one corner of our family room is being torn up. (Only because a board is lifting up. Apparently the gaps aren't worth worrying about, only because they are 13/1000 of a milimetre below the threshold for defect!!! Seriously, with the dinky measuring devices used to check the size of the gap, I have a hard time believing that the measurements could be considered reliable to that many significant digits.) Still without a dryer, although maybe the electrician will get to us today.

So Werner said he'd work from home, give me a break.

And he's gotten no work done. And all I feel is guilt. He has Very Important Things To Do, and I'm failing in my role as supportive wife and mother. He shouldn't have to deal with this nonsense (nor should I, for that matter), but he has better things to do with his time. I don't.

So he's here, the workers are here, and I feel guilty.