How early is too early for bedtime on a Sunday?

I do love Honey Butter but this is going on Day Two of her whining almost incessantly for 12 hours a day, and I am OVER IT. The Dude working on my house has been bringing his dog – I mean, I get it, it’s hard to be a single dog owner and also leave your dog in the house for ten hours while you’re not home, but Honey Butter thinks that it’s the black dog with the white tipped tail that comes over to our property from next door and she is DESPERATE to show that dog that he is in the wrong place. This dog looks like that but it is not that dog, but try to tell Honey?! If I shut the door in the studio so she can’t get out to her little fenced in area, she whines. If I open the door so she’s in the fenced in area and she sees the dog or the guys working, she whines. When we get home, if I don’t let her outside every twelve minutes so she can patrol and make sure the property is SAFE FROM THE BLACK DOG, she whines. I’ve even been feeding her Thunder Chews but that hasn’t been helping. Can you give dogs a Benadryl and a swig of NyQuil?

I love the skirting I picked out for the house but my god, the guy doing the work is gonna give me an aneurysm. Remember that roommate I had who could never pay rent on time? For six months, rent was always late? And it was always for a different reason – she had to buy a bridesmaid dress, she had to buy a plane ticket, she had to rent a car because she bought a plane ticket to the wrong city – and then she got mad at ME for telling her she had to pay rent on time, because it’s not like her rent was late FOR THE SAME REASON EVERY MONTH. That I should be more considerate to her problems. That I should be more understanding. This guy is like that. For the last however many months this has been going on, he either never calls when he says he’s going to call, or doesn’t show up when he says he’s going to show up, or says he’ll be here first thing in the morning and I have to text him around 11 to say “hey did I misunderstand? are you coming today?”. At this point, the second he’s done with this, I’m done with him. Yes, I have a gazillion repairs that need to be done around here. Yes, I also want to get the house resided. For the love of Christ, I’ll find someone else, even if I have to learn how to do the shit myself.

I am so, so very over men who are not dependable. And I wish men weren’t so … whatever, afraid? of saying they can’t do something or can’t do something in the timeline they gave. For the love of fuck, I’m going to get MORE angry if you never get around to doing it than I will if you tell me you can’t do it. Not being able to do something, falling behind on something, needing more time for something, not being able to figure something out… that doesn’t make you less of a man. It makes you a fucking human being. We all have shit we drop the ball over. Pony up and admit it, so we can work something out. Otherwise I become a seething mess, and you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

If you are a man and you are reading this and your back is up and you’re whispering through a clenched jaw “but not all men” then I politely invite you to come to my house tomorrow morning at 8 AM and be ready to install some skirting. I’ll have coffee ready. Wear a wool hat, it’s supposed to be cold.