The Difference Between Men & Women

Mr. Awesome Contractor & His Merry Men arrive EARLY each day. Usually just before 7:00 am, which on a school/work day is no big deal at all. However, rather than hang out in my pajamas while I fix the kids breakfast and pack lunches, I make sure that I am fully dressed, teeth and hair brushed, and lipstick on before the first truck rumbles into the driveway. If they tap on the front door to ask a question, as frequently happens, I have no desire to be Mrs. Snarlhead McBraless when I open that door.

Today was the first Saturday morning that they arrived to work. Knowing this in advance, I set the alarm for half an hour before they were due to arrive. Tom stumbled out of bed when the alarm went off and headed downstairs to unlock the back basement door to give the workmen access. By the time he got back upstairs, I had turned on the bedroom light and was getting dressed. He stopped dead.

"Oh!"

"What?" I asked him.

"I was going to go back to bed," he said.

And he did. Laid right back down until the Merry Men began hammering right outside our bedroom window. At which point he casually wandered into the bathroom to shower.

Have I mentioned that our bathroom window is going to be covered up by the new addition? So they've taken out the actual window? And right now the bathroom is separated from the addition (where the workers are) by only a fluff of insulation and very thin plywood hammered over the opening? I use the bathroom very sparingly while they're here and employ a technique I like to call "The Flush-n-Run."

After his shower, Tom wandered back out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. I gaped at him.

"You know they've taken the plywood off of the doorway to the addition, right?" I asked him.

He shrugged.

"And that a workman could come walking through there at any minute?" I clarified.

"Eh," he said, unconcernedly rummaging in a cupboard.

So what's your take? Are you a "pants optional" kind of person when workmen are in your house?