No Sleeping Here

Oh.  Dear.

After an emotionally fraught weekend in Florida, we flew back to Boston today, expecting to be able to at least sleep on the sofa bed in the living room.  Clearly that was NOT the case when we walked in the door this evening.

The builders/carpenters have just shoved all their equipment (big refuse bins, large metal racks, etc.) into "our" area which we were told would be closed off with plastic sheeting from the "work area" which the carpenters would need to utilize to install the bookshelves.  VERY dispiriting to walk in to "our" apartment to discover that there is NO WAY we would be able to unfold the sleeper sofa tonight!!!!  Hideous amounts of $$$$$ spent on (yet another) night at the Ritz across the street instead.

Tomorrow had better produce bloody MIRACLES.  I am about at the end of my tether.  I keep repeating the mantra "First World Problems", but it sounds increasingly less upbeat and "chin up" every second.

Oy.