They were taken care of. Thanks! But getting ready for exterminators, then cleaning up and putting things back after is almost like moving. I'm still tired after all that commotion in my house and people in and out and moving things around - the introvert in me finds that exhausting - and my back is sore. I didn't do the heavy lifting but I did more bending and lifting than is best for me.
I came home after being out 5 hours - half was spent working from my parents' house and the rest was riding around aimlessly in the cold (Tues was cool and wet) waiting to go home - and my step brother was in the driveway, in the rain, with my door open. He decided that day would be the best day to build me a better "ramp" for my scooter because he got the impulse to do it right then. It is a good idea and I appreciate the work but the timing sucked. I was freezing and wet and there was stuff piled on top of my bed and in the middle of my small bedroom floor - I wanted to just get it done and go to bed but I couldn't. He seemed oblivious to that. And social distancing was out the window. So I went out for another hour. Got a Tim's at the supermarket and groceries while I was there (waited in line in the rain). He said he'd wrap up in an hour. An hour and a half later he was just getting going. I decided I'm going to take a long hot bath and then he'll be done. My roommate is occupying the bathroom. 20 min later, I get to take a bath. I put pjs/ lounge around clothes on and go to my room...he's still there working, with my doors open.
At that point, I decided to ask my parents if I can sleep there. "Ok." Then, he is finished just as I was leaving. I was too exhausted to move things off my bed by then. Had been up since 6:30. I went and crashed and came back the next day to fix my room back up.
It was nice of him on one hand...clueless timing on the other. My landlords are really in their own worlds!