home renovation, day 50: the whinging edition


Remember more than 50 days ago when I told you we were embarking on this renovation, I mentioned that there might come a time when I would be completely mental from debris and chaos that I would likely turn to you to make cooing, comforting noises in my direction?

Friends, I fear that day has come.

It's Thanksgiving weekend -- the weekend when my heart should be filled with gratitude.  And for the most part, it is.  I mean, let's face it:  I'm kind of a fan of gratitude.  I'm a Gratitude Gal.  Gratitude is my Guiding Light.  I bliss my heart with gratitude on the regular.  No one gets how incredibly blessed my life is more than I.

But dudes, my patience is wearing thin.

The work is coming along, no question.  This week has been a bit dodgy, of course, between the holiday and the workers' van breaking down on the days that weren't a holiday (I get it, things happen, and as someone who doesn't do well when things aren't working, I can imagine their frustration as they were stranded at the side of the road waiting for a tow).  But for the most part, progress is being made, for sure.

But darlings, the dust.  The dust.  I'm so tired of the dust coating everything.  And I miss having a kitchen sink (we've been cleaning dishes that only hold liquid in our bathroom, and more dirty ones by taking a hose to them in the back yard).  And I miss sitting at a table to eat (we've been balancing all of our meals on our knees as we sit on my bed -- once this is done, if I eat so much as a popsicle, I swear I'm doing it at the kitchen table).  And I'm disappointed that we won't be able to put up our Christmas tree next weekend, which is when we've always traditionally put up our tree.

I know.  My whinging is getting on my own nerves.*

But the good news is that with the progress, I'm starting to see what the end product is going to look like (see above), and that's encouraging.  Marcus is convinced that it will all be done by December 15th, and I'm clinging to this hope.

Eyes on the prize, right? Eyes on the prize.

* Thanks for putting up with me. I'm done now.