Looking Like A Drowned Rat!

I was thinking to myself earlier as I was scrambling to clean up some before the landlord "stopped" by that judging by how drenched in sweat I was I must have sweated off at least 5 pounds with these crazy hot flashes. I was ridiculously dripping with sweat, my hair looked like I has washed it dripping on the back of my neck and so did my face. Anything that resembled make up, the little I had decided to use today because I thought I looked a little pale, was sweated off quickly. 

I stood in my kitchen washing the last of the dinner dishes that my nephew had neglected to notice last night more sweat poured from my face and I was using luke warm water. Wiping off the fridge and the stove only heated me up more. I looked like a drowned rat. My son looked at me like I had the cooties and couldn't understand why I was sweating like I had ran a marathon doing dishes. I couldn't explain it either so I didn't try today. Instead I told him to vacuum the front room.  

So, my always early or late landlord comes 35 minutes early and bangs on the door like I am hard of hearing too. I didn't have time to change my shirt or wash my face so I just opened the door in all my glory of looking like I just lost a wet tee shirt contest. Thank goodness I had on navy blue so nothing showed that I didn't want or need to show anyone.
He looked perplexed for a second and asked if he could see the kitchen. I sort of knew this day would come when he would show up needing a tour of the apartment when he dog out a portion of the lawn to put his annual for sale outside. I guess he thought the magic fairies changed the kitchen from 3 months ago when he last saw it. So, he briefly looks around and said he needed to replace a loose cabinet door and would send his handyman whom has a heavy accent that is totally not understandable to me. I said fine and he left.

Finally, I thought a chance to change, wash my face and sip some cold water or something cold and wet. I barely got my face washed and my shirt changed and hair tied back and rung out literally before the next hot flash and visitor. 

It was the handyman. He fixed the cabinets and called the landlord informing him he was here. I sipped more water and prayed this flash would pass in record time cause this drowned rat look was getting old. 

After the worst hot flash ever I am not looking forward to tomorrow when Mr. Handyman comes back to paint. I sort of
Knew that was coming too since this place was not painted before we moved in 6 years ago, 6 long years, and 4 too many. I am hoping for NOT a repeat of today especially since I now have to shift everything around in two rooms. 

Stay tuned....as they say in the movies.