|The Container Store|
The next morning, my routine was much the same as ever: I took Charlie for a short walk around the neighborhood in my PJs, made coffee, jumped in the shower, started to get dressed... and discovered that the crash we'd heard a few hours earlier had been the shelving collapsing in our bedroom closet.
Management has promised us that we'll have new shelving installed by the time we get back to DC on Thursday. On the one hand, it's great that we're out of town right now because it means maintenance can come and go without worrying about us (or about our intrusively helpful dog). On the other, management and maintenance have not always been on the ball for us when we've needed them to be, and this is one of the times when we'd really like them to deliver as my in-laws are coming to see our apartment in just a few days and I don't want them to walk into a federal disaster area.
Of course, my nesting/controlling side is having a minor panic at not being in the apartment to oversee the work; even though we're in a rental, I'd love to have some input on what's installed and where. I know the shelving won't be anything fancy, but I've been dreaming about Elfa systems and matching hangers that all face the same way and dresses organized first by formality, then by color, then by length.
This is probably diagnosable, isn't it? Oy vey.