Meltdown!

There is no time for pithy prose, but I can tell you I had a meltdown for the very first time since this adventure in home renovation began.  Our shiny new oven, a bit wonky, temperature wise, concerned me enough to call the appliance service number.  I had a slot from noon until five, as in p.m., only to have the repairman call from our old house at 5:45, as evening fell.  I gave them our new address, twice.

"Well, ma'am, I can't come to your new house if you aren't on the manifest."  Really? 

I've had water pouring down the walls, wood floors ripped beneath my feet, toilets overflowing and this is what sends me over the edge?  "We're only five minutes away," I pleaded.  "Sorry, you'll have to reschedule."  Next week, from one to five.  I could just pull my hair out...