So I woke up in the middle of the night with sharp pang of guilt (which where I come from is a revelation of "Oh my god, I'm going to get caught!" ). I will not get into the details, except to say that I woke up again at 5:00 am and needed to send an email of explanation/apology to those I have wronged. I hate having to do that.
At 6:00, K woke up. Six-thirty am is my yoga time, so when the time came, I handed off K to her dad. I came into the dining room/playroom to set up my yoga mat, and I noticed the weed vine at the screen. The vine has grown up from under the bushy shrub (which hasn't been trimmed because it will be cut down sometime, you know, soon), up into the shutter, through and around the shutter, and out across to the screen window. And it blocks my view of the street. And the neighbors. And the folks walking their dogs. And folks who are exercising. And folks who walk down the street talking to themselves.
I thought to myself, "Well, now I can reach the vine and rip it out (note the aggression), since it's right here." How hard can it be? Let me summarize...I popped out the screen. It landed on the bush. I grabbed the vine and pulled. Hard. Much of the vine came free. Some was stuck. I gave it another good yank. The shutter fell off the house. Also on the bush. I pulled the shutter into the house because I don't want the neighbors and everyone to see the shutter on the bush and wonder how it got there. At 6:40 am. I tried to pop the screen back in. It didn't work. I start pulling different parts of the screen to adjust it, then I broke part of the screen, fixed the screen, and finally got most of it back into the window frame.
Then, I asked my husband to do the final adjustments with the screen. He was finished in about 1/3 seconds.
I don't do yoga, because now my "yoga time" is up.
Feeling much more stressed, I now have a shutter sitting in my hallway. And it will be there for a while. And most important, there's now no vine and no shutter next to the window. My view of the neighborhood is restored, and I now may continue on with my suburbanite, stay-at-home (hah!) Mom day. And it's barely 7:00 am.
