Well, not everything goes according to plan. Of course, you know the saying - man plans, God laughs.
The contractor brought the counter yesterday with a hole for the sink about 4 inches too far to the right; colorful language followed.
Today, D finished the vent for the microwave and redid the garage wall that he cut into. He scrubbed cupboards and taped around them, prepping to paint.
He also called to check on the appliances, to see if they were still expecting them to arrive tomorrow or Thursday. Turns out, the order didn't get placed. So, now they're rushing them to Salt Lake.
I keep taking deep breaths, but we're both stressing here...