Am I surprised?

Not really.

At least, after my initial rage and shock and the desire to scream wore off.

There is nothing like waking up to find one giant hole being dug in your front yard, your driveway blocked, and work men preparing to dig the next giant hole.

So I go out and wish them good morning and jokingly ask, "I thought we were supposed to get notice before y'all started digging?". Yeah, they snorted at me and said, "you didn't?". I said something about classic America's 1st through my growl. Funnily enough, so did the other construction guy.

I am then informed that they are breaking for lunch in a few but when they come back they will be blocking my driveway again for quite a while if I want to move my vehicle out of the way.

Super.

I came in and dug up the letter we all got last week about this project, let me tell you what it says.
"Due to the type of work being completed, parking will be impacted; however, all driveways will remain open. One day prior to activity impacting a home, Rising View will leave door tags on the homes directly in front of the next day's construction requesting that there be no curb side parking the following day."

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

So far, every single part of that statement was a lie. Parking? Not impacted, completely obliterated. Park another street over. Driveway? Not open, blocked until they are done. Door tags/notice? Yeah right.

Oh goody, they're on to hole number three. At least they are just about out of yard to tear apart. Well, now I know why they haven't ticketed me for not mowing and guess what, I have no intentions of it either. I'd like to see that guy try and leave a ticket on my door.

Who needs an alarm clock...

... when you can be woken up by the sound of men on your roof using a leaf blower?

Many of you know I don't sleep well when Ben is gone. To keep myself going, I usually nap when baby does, otherwise I'll be a zombie by dinnertime. Today baby and I are sound asleep, when I hear thumping, loud thumping. At first I thought it was baby, then I hear the leaf blower, more thumping, and I see leaves falling from my roof faster than the wind. I go to the front and sure enough there is a ladder leading to my roof and a man holding it.

Um, excuse me, what the heck are you doing?

We had a work order to clean the gutters.

Huh?

Yeah and extend the drainage tubes away from the house. Didn't you call it in?

No. Are you sure you have the right house?

Yup, it's your address. Someone should have called you to let you know.

Nope no calls.

We tried to knock.

Yeah, it's naptime. Baby is napping, I was napping, why are you working on my house?

So apparently, our neighbors are having severe problems with flooding in their basement and our house is above theirs so they are cleaning our gutters real well and forcing our runoff towards the street away from the houses. Not a bad thing but a little notice would have been preferable. Classic privatized housing. And I love that they are doing all this on the windiest day we've had this month. More crap is blowing off the trees as they are clearing the roof. But since they were here I mentioned that a huge piece of branch had come off my tree in the back. One had seen it from my roof already and said he would be back with a chainsaw. Awesome. He moved it to the curb and even picked up all the larger pieces of branches from around my house. Silver lining I guess.