I must have done SOMETHING bad...

Because it seems like the karma train ran over me this week. I don't know what I did, but it MUST have been BAD, because anything that could go wrong in the last four days or so, has.

Let me begin.
Thursday.

Mike and his dad were supposed to be getting started on the basement finishing project. Mike took a "half day", meaning he was supposed to be home from work around 11:30 or 12:00. And yet? He got held up at work until 1:30. And then, as he was WALKING DOWN THE STAIRS into the basement, his work phone rang. I contemplated chucking it out the window, but it was too late. He heard it, and came back upstairs. And then spent about 4 hours doing stuff on his laptop for work, instead of buying, cutting and hanging drywall. By the time he finished with work stuff, it was time for dinner, and he barely had time after that to get anything done before Emma went to bed. Because the noise travels from the basement to the upstairs, and Emma is such a light sleeper, the guys couldn't do anything remotely noisy while she was sleeping. So they barely got anything done Thursday night. And let's just talk about Emma for a second. She had her flu shot Thursday afternoon. And it was downhill from there.

Friday.
Mike and his dad took the whole day off to work. The morning went well enough for them, but not for Emma and I. We went over to my in-laws house so the guys wouldn't need to worry about keeping Emma up from her nap, etc. And she was just. Miserable. Between the flu shot and the two molars she's working on, she was just in a world of pain. And when she's not feeling good to begin with, she likes to get into everything she's not supposed to. And then she throws huge fits when I have to stop her from, say, trying to drink out of the empty soda can that fell out of the recycling container she tipped over... And then to make matters worse, she wouldn't nap. At all. So it was just a miserable morning. So I had to take Emma home to try and get her to nap, which meant that the guys had to stop work completely, because EVERY little noise they made would send her into a fit. And she still barely slept, and was just generally awful all day. The guys made a decent amount of progress, but were still way behind on just about everything they had planned.

Saturday.
The snow came, which was ok, because we really weren't going anywhere, anyway. The guys got to work and things were going pretty well until...wait for it... the garage door opener decided to stop working. We haven't had a single problem with it in the three years we've lived here. And yet, in the middle of the basement finishing project, and in the middle of a gigantic snow storm, it competely died. Dead. All gone. Buhbye. And so the guys had to stop work and spend a huge chunk of time trying to first, fix it, and then second, realize it was dead and go get a new one and try to install it. Gag me. And, again, Emma did not sleep all day.

Sunday.
Church was cancelled, so we just stayed in and tried to get the garage door opener functional, so I could get my car back in the garage. We did eventually get it working, but it took longer than expected. And we still haven't quite got it adjusted for the right opening/closing distance, so there's still more tinkering to be done. And there's still so much work to be done in the basement. The guys didn't even finish mudding, and still have to sand, clean and paint. And then there's the ceiling to install. So many distractions, so much time suck. Had they actually just been able to get to work, the basement would be at least painted, by now. Ugh. And then Mike was outside cleaning his car, and went to move it only to find that the battery was dead. So he had to get a jump, and take it down to AAP to get a new one.

Seriously, Karma, did I do something?? Why can't things ever just go smoothly for us?

*Sigh*