Waiting on the repair technician.
Our dishwasher has stopped draining, which is pretty gross the day after lasagna dinner. The repair tech is scheduled to show up sometime between 8AM and noon. In general a four hour window isn't that big of a deal. Except today it's weighing heavy on me. I've got a busy day (well busy for me anyway) today and I'm feeling a little anxious about it.
I've a dentist appointment at 11, Nora's mom has been kind enough to come over and techsit should the repair process still be going on. (It's 8:30 and no sign of the tech yet, so much for hoping to be first on the docket today.) I have therapy at 3, which if the tech shows up at noon and has trouble could very well push up against my departure time to make it there in time and I didn't think to ask the MIL if she could come back later in the afternoon. Then I dash from therapy to pick up the boy and bring him to basketball practice #1 and then #2 (which starts at the same time #1 is supposed to end). FInally I have my DBSA group meeting tonight.
Phew, I'm exhausted already.
For now I wait, though. I wait frozen in place. I've talked on the podcast about how I struggle making decisions on what to do. Now I feel like I can't do anything else. What if I'm in the basement doing laundry and the tech arrives, rings the bell twice and leaves? What if I watch some TV and fall asleep? Hell, what if they arrive as I'm using the restroom?
This is a form of anxiety, isn't it?
Oh wait, the tech just called, he's on his way will be here in 10-15 minutes. Huzzah!
I guess I'll save the anxiety talk for a quieter moment. Apologies for the tease.