Roadwork is like a thorn in my side.
Yes, I realize it's necessary, and that the roads are better once it's done, but the process itself is about to drive me batty.
The road that goes by our house has needed to be repaired for the past five years already, and every year the potholes kept getting larger until it was getting to be rather interesting traveling on it. Somewhat like an obstacle course of sorts trying to dodge the worst places on the road.
After someone lost their bumper on their car after hitting one of the bumps in the road several different neighbors took it upon themselves to start calling the state an complaining about how hazardous it is trying to travel our road.
It must have paid off because the road crews arrived. We're happy that the road is getting fixed, but the speed at which they work ...... I really don't see how it would be possible to work any more slowly. And the noise, well, it's about to do me in.
The worst was when they were grinding off all the pavement from the bridge. The entire house was vibrating, I could feel my brain bouncing in my head, and my ears were popping. I wanted so badly to get out of the house, but it was raining and that meant I couldn't simply load up the children and head a few miles up the road to the park to get away from it, and I didn't want to barge in unannounced at some friends, so I simply suffered through it. By the time they were done I was sick.
They're paving this morning, and I'm looking forward to the day when they're done and we're left with a nice road. Maybe then I'll say all this aggravation was worth it.