I left the house today... Yup... went to Home Depot. It was yet another attempt to get me out of the house. Technically it worked. Until I pulled out a notebook and decided to wait in the car. I worked on my essay.
I'm stubborn and I come by it honestly. Or so I'm told. Apparently I come by a lot of things honestly. Regardless, I've toned down a lot. I used to make very serious angry faces and refuse to move. Now I'll move but I'll also find a way to do my own thing. To be honest, the change of venue, even if it was only the Home Depot parking lot, was rather helpful. This is the part where my mother would come in and say something along the lines of: "You'll get it back in full when you have children". Probably will... with interest.
Remember how I said I usually have an incident when my parents randomly decide to renovate something while I have school work to do? Usually it happens during exams when I need to study. This year, it never came. I got through exams with a few days of absolutely quiet studying. And then I took a summer course. Now that I'm attempting to write my final paper, my parents have unearthed another random project that even I didn't know they were considering, let alone actively planning. I don't know why, but we now require lights above our kitchen cabinets. This means that my father has to climb up into the attic and bust through the ceiling and fiddle with wiring. Guess where the attic door is. My closet? How did you know that!
Yesterday I got dressed by removing a ladder from my closet, avoiding a ceiling fan as I carried the ladder to lean against my door, choosing my clothes, removing the insulation covering them, stepping over six light boxes, putting the clothes on my bed, returning the ladder to the closet, this time remembering to turn off the ceiling fan, turning the ceiling fan back on and finally dressing. I got to the living room before realizing that I really didn't want to wear that burgundy shirt. I returned to my room, reached through the ladder, grabbed a t-shirt, changed and left. Why didn't I do it that way the first time? Right! My undershirt was on the other side of the closet and I have sliding closet doors... that's why I had to move the ladder. Back again.
Annoyed? Mildly. It got better when I sat down to really get to work on my paper. There was yelling back and forth through the ceiling, through the attic door, in the living room where my sister had a few friends and down to the basement where my mother was sitting. I gave up and watched a movie instead. I was too frustrated to really do anything after that. I get agitated and it takes a long time for me to come back. Plus, after the yelling, there was vacuuming and cleaning. I was better off watching the movie.
I waited for my dad to tucker himself out before getting back to it. Which is what I'm going to do now. Woohoo! I love midnight oil!