After a very long day, I came home and the garage clicker wouldn’t open. Noticing that I’d passed another vehicle in our driveway, I realized it was the Blinds’ guy.
Instantly fuming, I voice texted Hubby, “If I come inside and neither of you have a mask on, I am going to lose my shit; you best get one now!”
And as I heard the sound signifying it sent, after hours and hours at two different hospitals, then errands, then picking up lunch for kids… I ran through my house like I was rescuing my children from a fire, until I got to the room being worked on.
Thankfully for both Hubby and that man, they had their masks on and I could crawl into my bed without one last fight.