Today I woke up at 5 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep (chirping birds, plague congested Mister sleeping beside me, order a hungry baby inside of me and the knowledge that Moira wakes up before 6 a.m. these days) and I didn’t even care because it was New Floor Day! Maybe some other home owners will understand my excitement because I think it is a little weird to be this excited over a floor – but then again I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want a black and white chequered kitchen floor and that is exactly what I am getting. All day I kept think about how great it was going to be to post the after photos and so Miss Moira and I were at the house at 8:30 this morning waiting for the flooring guy to show up. And waiting. And waiting. You know where this is going right? It’s a long story but that doesn’t make it an interesting story. I could bitch and moan about poor customer service and miscommunications and how no one (apparently) is to blame for making me wait all day. Or, I can just roll my eyes at my first world problems, be thankful that Miss Moira was in such a great mood this morning and hope tomorrow is a better day. Besides, I’m not afraid to find alternative methods of relieving my pregnant bladder when stuck in a toilet-less house.