Oh my.

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I did stay up until... 21:00?  Something.  I can't remember, exactly.  Not even roughly.  I didn't want to go to bed too early.  I didn't want to zone into another overnight either.  I am pretty sure I landed it just right.  Sleep?  Like a stone.  My mother woke me at midnight.  Huh?  I was not happy.  Alarms kept going and vehicles were zooming around town.  And, being an Iowegian, she was terrified that there was a tornado.  I just told her we "ain't in Kansas" anymore, huffed, puffed, and went back to sleep.  :p  Not happy, but more just sleep deprived grumpy.  I told her I was sorry this morning, if I don't remember how grumpy I was, only that I wasn't the happiest of critters.  She seems to have understood though.  I don't know what it was all about, yet.  Sometimes the most local news is the hardest to get, in small towns.

She wanted the refrigerator evened.  Fine.  She wanted to do it her way... which was both beyond our combined strength and a non-starter as to success as well.  I have the strength to do any part of the job the way she wanted it, but not all the parts of it at once.  She couldn't even it hold it tipped, once I tipped it.  So, I took over, did it my way (and the right way), and that was that.  But no, then she wanted me to put everything back up.  Which she can't really do either.  She had meant to leave everything on top!  Bah!  I ignored her and took everything off, thankfully.  Then she decided it was time to fix up the ac.  That's a one man job for me.  Almost none of the jobs she wants done are one man for her, but I can do solo, save the fridge.  I told her to take a break today, in no uncertain terms.  If you can't, don't.  If I am needed, it won't be done.  I am done, today.  Yesterday cooked my goose, I've been pushing on top of that and she has been adding even more, I am done.  She just likes to play boss when she has a worker.  Thankfully she ran out of money for the neighbor boy.  When I made it clear that if she wanted him to work for her, she had to pay, that ended that.  I like what she does, I don't mind helping when I can, but I am done.  Oh... she'll tinker until she goes.  I'll finish some of the tasks she suggested when she is gone.  But I am done piddling around.  If I do anything, it will be to finish the bathroom.  If...  Here and she said she was so unhappy with all the work, and I have to tell her to take a break?  Gah!  *grins*

It's good here though.  Just fussing for fussings sake.  She is trying to set her baby up, if it kills him.  Still, just like my last, and as I suspected, if you give a woman her way she will work you to death.  I've just had to put limits where I need them.  And I have.  How much do they know they are pushing?  Probably a bit, and sometimes more than others.  I just know my limits and keep to them.  Actually, I've gone well over them... which I needed help doing.  But there is a point beyond that, when I reach it I know.  And I knew a day ago but had to make it to the doctors so... pushed a lot further on top of it all.  All good.  But this is the spot where I stop, and I stop until I stop twitching.  I'll be ready for more soon enough.  Hikes as close to the reservoir as I can make it to start things, keeping up on watering all the green growy things, whatever needs to be done with the bathroom until that is done, putting in the new water shutoff valves, some trimming of branches which will mean some climbing, and... whatever else comes up.  I think I can, I think I can, I just have to take breaks when I need them.

This is still shaping up to be an excellent summer of work.  I won't get the water lines connected, front to back, softened water housewide, but I will get much else done.  There really is next summer, finally, after decades of just being happy to get my next breath.  If I happened to die now?  I would be dying actually doing something.  Little things, personal things really, but... yeah.  Oh, no fear of that, just saying.

Later.