Dangers of Being a Single Woman: practicing vulnerability

Right this moment my arms feel like rags, my kitchen looks like a well used workshop with old paint scrapping covering the ugly linoleum, exposed shelves as at least half the cabinet doors are propped up along the walls and bottom cabinet area. It's a mess. I am worn out. I am pushing harder to finish this project before I start up with my school year responsibilities in a week! (A Week!!) I would like to have my kitchen reassembled, maybe even with a new coat of stain on them by next weekend??? My best helper is showing up Monday, hopefully: Dad, my hero. I have had some unusual circumstances this week... On Monday, just as I was unscrewing cabinet hardware and prepping to brush on the paint remover, I heard a nice friendly knock is at my front door. A comfortably dressed young man in a bright orange shirt was standing on my porch. I greeted him, he politely introduced himself. He had a few clipboard size items in his hands and sinc...