I suppose it was too much to expect for this vacation.
Utz has yet to finish the bedroom. We're putting in a Murphy bed and the parts are either not right, or there isn't a hole here, or there and there is something wrong with the bed size. It goes on and on and poor Utz is about to have a heart attack.
Of course, Dwane and I are sailing through all this with heads held high, sleeping on the floor of our bedroom on our brand new mattress, sans the bed's platform, and a working Murphy bed. (Sigh)
My gawd, has this been going on since May? Oy.