Apparently 16th November is the International day of tolerance... and oh my - my tolerance levels have surely been tested today.
After damn near 2 years of a leaky roof... they finally come to start fixing it today - with zilch notice, and starting clumping and thumping on my bedroom roof at 7.30am. Now its not that I'm ungrateful for them arriving and doing the work... but a little notice so I wasn't mooching round in my jammies would have been appreciated.
I've had a small boy living very much in his own wee world the last few days too - so he's been testing the tolerance levels too. Its so hard to deal with someone who is so lost on their own planet that communicating is a long drawn out process. To say its a real "autistic" day doesn't even scratch the surface. There has been no eye contact - and the only real communication has been for him to ask for tea and toast (but no eye contact)
Sleeps also gone a bit awry just now - my previous good sleeper has been testing the "burning the candle at both ends" style of living. Bedtime has become a sodding nightmare, I gave up counting at 30 returns to bed last night... and his usual slow awakening was rudely interrupted by our roofers (seriously, I am very grateful they are here tho) I know hes a little out of kilter as our routine is changing this week, but I'm finding it hard not to be snappy.
Sooooo, enjoy the international day of tolerance folks, I hope yours isn't tested too much!
Ranty
