I feel like I am moving in slow motion when it comes to house projects.

An example. One of the things that most excited us about the new house was the finished attic space. There is a legitimate bedroom up there, and right next to it there’s a funky, finished room with a skylight. We knew immediately that this second attic room would be the new Lego room.

My oldest had an elaborate Minecraft Lego world displayed on an old coffee table in the basement of the old house. He’s been wanting to expand it for years, and now that we have the space I told him I would get him a nice low activity table–the kind that teachers have in their classrooms–so he could continue to build out his little masterpiece.

At the beginning of August, right after we moved in, I started hunting for an activity table to become the new Lego table. Turns out they’re very expensive, so I spent some time searching on Facebook Marketplace, and even asked the custodian at my school if he had anything in storage I could bring home. I struck out in both these arenas.

I finally put in an order to Lakeshore Learning on September 2. It was delivered on September 9.

Now, I am absolutely the type of wife who will not wait for her husband to help her lift the heavy stuff. In fact, I am the kind of wife who will ask for help but then just go do it myself if it turns out I have to wait more than five minutes for his assistance. However, I make an exception for six-foot-long tables that weigh eighty pounds. That is not something I could safely push up two twisty flights of stairs by myself.

So the table sat in the box in our living room until this past weekend, when we finally carried it upstairs. I rearranged the Lego room to make space for this new centerpiece, but then had to turn my attention to all the other regular Sunday afternoon tasks that must be completed before the week starts.

Yesterday was Wednesday and I finally climbed the attic stairs again, this time with mallet and screwdriver in hand, to attach the table legs and finally shove it into its place of honor, ready for Legos.

I installed three table legs. One of the legs they sent is bent in a way that makes it impossible to install.

So now I have to go back and contact customer service and wait for the new piece. I’ve been working on this project since the first week in August, and here we are almost seven weeks later and I’m still working on it.

A similar issue is the ice maker and water dispenser on this refrigerator. We have never been rich people who enjoy water dispensed from a fridge, so we were pretty excited about it, but when we turned on the water about a week before we moved, we discovered that water was spilling out onto the kitchen floor and into the laundry room below, rather than into the glass hopefully pressed against the dispenser button.

Okay, fine. Put it on the list for the plumber. We had a couple other small plumbing issues that needed to be addressed anyway, and after letting the list build up for a couple weeks I finally called and got on the plumber’s schedule.

The plumber came last week to get a start on the list. He worked on the valve below the fridge, told me to keep an eye on it for a week and see if it was still wet. He came back yesterday and replaced the valve (yes, it was still leaking) and the water line to the fridge which was also leaking.

We turned on the water, attempted to dispense water and… water is still coming out the bottom of the refrigerator. (At least it’s not leaking in the laundry room anymore!)

So now I have to call the appliance guy. I have a great appliance guy, but it’s always a week or two before he can come out, he diagnoses the problem, and then it’s another week or two waiting for parts before he returns to triumphantly fix the problem.

Meanwhile, my oldest has been dutifully filling an emptying the ice cube trays daily. He’s the only reason anyone has ice around here because God knows I’m never going to fill an ice tray. I prefer my water tepid, never use ice, and have reached the point in my life where I am creating a lengthy list of household tasks that I refuse to do. (Replacing Kleenex boxes is also on this list. Why was this even my job in the first place? The person who uses the last tissue should be the one to replace the box.)

I am feeling a little defeated about a lot of little things lately, and this is definitely adding to my mental miasma. But really, it’s okay if we don’t have a Lego table until October and a working ice maker until November. Right? RIGHT?