Today started out with things seemingly off for others but not for me. Luckily for me, I was soon to be on the same page with everyone else.
Got to the job site at 8:00 and got to work stripping wallpaper while waiting for the two crews to show up. At 9:00 nobody had shown and I started calling around to find out what was going on so I could plan the rest of the day.
My contractor told me that he was not sending anyone because they were stuck at another job. That was fine. I didn't really need them today. Then the HVAC guy told me that he made a mistake in scheduling and had me down for next month instead of today. No big deal as long as he can get started this week, which he could. I then talked to Steph who told me that she was having a crap day at work with no good stuff on the horizon.
So overall, everyone was having a bad day and now I had the day to myself. That would be my bane.
You see I decided to go get the wheelbarrow tire fixed because it had sprung a leak. So I locked up the house and went to the place where I bought it last week. They told me they couldn't help me so I had to go to Home Depot. Instead of getting back to the house in 15 minutes, I ended up being gone from 11-12:30.
When I got back to the house I went to charge my cell phone and couldn't find the charger. It took me a second to figure out why but then it hit me - where are my tool batteries...and where is the third bag of tools. They are gone! SHIT! (by far the nicest word coming out of my mouth for the next half hour)
It appears that I was seduced by the idea of moving from a transitional neighborhood to a nice quiet one and left my front window open. So while I was gone, someone came up on my front porch, crawled through the window, put all but one charger and battery in a tool bag, grabbed the bag and a drill I bought yesterday, and opened up the back door and left.
Luckily, it was only one person or I would have lost all of my tools. Needless to say, it appears that someone was watching the house because today was the first day when I was alone. Now, I have moved all of the tools I can't carry to and from the job site daily and hidden them in a booby trapped closet in the master bedroom. If that fails to deter, I'll get a little more medieval.
A $1,300 lesson learned. I hope it doesn't happen again because we are months away from finished.
Oh, and I did fix the wheelbarrow. (Plus, removed most of the tiles on the basement floor with a sledgehammer - for therapy of course)