I’m nervous about what’s going to happen at the end of the day. I’ve been thinking about it since this morning and watching the hours slowly, but surely creep towards 5:00 pm. For the first time in my life, I wish it wasn’t almost going to be the end of the day. How bizarre is that? I never thought I’d say that. It’s just the suspense that’s killing me. In all seriousness (and fingers crossed this is the case), everything could be absolutely fine. I hope and pray that everything is fine, I’m just dreading the moment when I find out if it is or not.
What’s making me so nervous, you may be wondering? After work, I have a meeting with a bathroom renovator who is going to tell me whether or not they can renovate my bathroom in the exact way that I need. I’m sure of the exact root of the problem, but apparently, we have to because the plumbing underneath my house is so old. They’re concerned that the plumbing is too old to be used and they’ve been conducting their assessment today. I’m going to find out after work what their verdict is and I am so so nervous to find out.
I’m actually feeling a bit sick at the thought of it going wrong. If the plumbing is screwed, what am I going to do? Will I ever be able to fix it? Will I ever have a bathroom that I’m not embarrassed of? Proud of even? I don’t know. I wish I could just stop thinking about it and just not worry until I know what’s going to happen. When the experts make their decision, I need to trust them. They’re the people who have spent years drawing up hundreds of bathroom design concepts. Melbourne designers are simply the best in the business and so I need to trust their judgement. If they say they can’t renovate for whatever reason, then I need to take active steps to fix that reason.