I’m working with a couple of people on a project where it’s going to be about assisting parents in the company when they have questions. For example, when they are fresh out of parental leave. A platform where parents can exchange information with each other and, if necessary, HR can also provide answers.

But nothing really stands there yet, with the exception of the title: Parents@REHAU.

Okay. So now it’s a matter of defining exactly what we want to achieve with the project and then breaking this down into small packages.

So I’ve distributed a task to my people today. They are to write a sentence that describes exactly what Parents@REHAU stands for. And after that, they are to go into what is at all possible within the scope of the project / narrow time frame.

And why am I writing all this? Because I am incredibly proud of the example I have set for them:

Plants@REHAU: A discussion platform where all plants, from the unloved moss to the ever-popular daisy, can share their watering experiences.

Unfollowing some people on Micro.blog right now. It' s not personal. Are mostly those who have not written anything for months. I am continuing my course of basically cleaning up my life.

Permanently Under High Pressure 🀯

My body has been giving me warning signals for weeks, if not longer. I am under high pressure. I am under permanent stress. This manifests itself in completely different ways. Sometimes my hands tremble, sometimes it just ends completely, then there is complete emptiness and nothing works at all.

They always say that building a house is already too much. Then there are two small children, a very demanding job and the desire to continue to be successful. Then there’s a very sick dad and a lot of other things that I don’t even want to go into.

Body and psyche fail completely.

I notice how the smallest things stress me out. Sweats follow within milliseconds. “Can you quickly put the kids' shoes on?” is already too much.

I look for ways out and I need them quickly.

I’m already deleting things from my smartphone and computer that I don’t really need, reducing push messages. Each of them means minimal stress. I have also turned off all red number badges on the iPhone. Those little numbers stress and demand a click and your attention.

I also really need to start exercising again. I need to get over that initial hurdle again. Once that happens, I’ll know it’s on.

What else can I do?

3 weeks sober. πŸ’ͺ

Plan: No more alcohol.

No, I didn’t drink excessively, but it doesn’t bother not drinking at all.

I have a depressing feeling right now that the situation on Twitter is more important than the situation in Ukraine.

Sweden πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ͺ has become one of my favorite countries after my vacation in August. I’m thinking of vacationing there again next year.

Stayed home extra because the workmen are coming to service the air source heat pump.

They do not come.

They did not come.

Phone call.

Oh dear, we totally screwed that up. I’m totally sorry about that now.
I guess we’ll have to reschedule.

I don’t know how many times now I’ve postponed important appointments (at work) for workmen and then been rescheduled.

Sunday. 🦌

Out for a walk. πŸ₯Ύ

Halloween πŸŽƒ in Germany. What a great house.

I am currently taking swimming lessons with my big daughter. 🏊

She is already doing quite well.

I sink all the time.

Have to puke my guts out right now, listening to all the things I do NOT do at work. And once again, it is not seen what I DO in the 10 hours a day but.

Thanks for listening.

Tomorrow my garage will be installed. About 1.5 years after the house was put up. That means 1.5 years of arguments, lawyers, court, broken nerves. Now it will be installed. For high additional costs, but it will be installed. And tomorrow I will not be at home. Of course, it falls on one of the few days when I have to be on site at the company. But maybe it’s better if I don’t see what’s happening.

Gewitter. β›ˆοΈ

That’s what happens when I do crafts. This is rare and always ends in pain. By the way, my back hurts much more than this scratch, which I owe to a protruding screw.

Tasty things I created yesterday. 😊

I ask myself all the time: should I start playing Xbox or just go to bed and be well-rested tomorrow? I’ve been asking myself that for about 1 hour, sitting at the PC and doing pointless things.

Good morning. Long day ahead.

About 7 hours training + group cooking course in the evening as team event.

I’m already exhausted. πŸ˜…

5 a.m. I lie awake. Have hardly slept. First came the one child: stomach ache. Then the other child: stomach ache. I guess this is shaping up to be something. And me? Training the whole week. Works well without sleep, I’m sure. πŸ˜‰

Enough is enough!!!

Cheeseburger 2.10 EUR 😱

We have just chosen our Christmas tree. πŸŒ²πŸŽ„

(The one with the orange note on it.)

Pippimized my bureau at home 🍝😍

This doll totally scares me 😱

Developments in/at the house for hardcore fans of my house trip

Okay. Today the plumbing company from the town I live in was here. They got to clean out part of a mistake the floor tile contractor made well over a year ago. Spoiler: The floor tile contractor is now insolvent and I have to pay all the costs of touch-ups - some more than necessary - myself.

The plumbers, father and son, diverted one pipe over another. To do this, we had a wall torn open in advance. Now water flows from a bathroom on the upper floor via another toilet on the first floor. In principle, this could have been arranged beforehand, but on the part of the construction company it was decided that it would go via 2 pipes. Luck of the draw, pipe 2 was just there, everything was rerouted and now we can finally use the children’s bathroom.

Why was that not possible before? The floor slab builder has laid this pipe against the flow direction under the floor slab and in addition uphill. Anyone who can now add 1+1 together quickly understands that this will lead to blockages. Very quickly, in fact.

Actually, I would now have to have this disused pipe sealed as well. After all, it goes in the wrong direction - towards the kitchen. This means that the manure from the kitchen can either run into the sewer system or into the blocked pipe. The latter is understandably not so great.

But: I’m not having it done now.

Why? Briefly: The floor slab builder is insolvent in the meantime. All repairs are now done via my account, which constantly tells me: You must be crazy.

All in all, his mistakes have cost me about 30-40,000 euros so far. Money that was not planned for at the beginning.

I had control shafts installed today. Means - the actually dead line I can flush if necessary, should something clog there and also clog the main line. That saves me initial determined between 1,500 and 3,000 euros. Is it the best solution? I have no idea. I have simply given up on it.

In this sense: Please never build a house. A rented apartment is ingenious. Mistakes are corrected by others. You hardly have to worry about anything.

Your sad friend, who would have preferred never to build himself.

Driving and listening to good music β™₯️