The job is simple, lay new tiles in the foyer, bathroom and kitchen, replace the bathroom toilet and sink, peel off the wallpaper in the kitchen and slap on a few coats of paint. Not a major overhaul, just a few quaint touches aimed at making the homestead a little more comfy and cozy. The contractors are great, they're on time and they're diligent. None of this is the problem...it's all good. The problem is that I had not anticipated my home becoming the dust laden, tool strewn, debris ridden, chaotic, refrigerator in the living room, gas stove in the dining, can't fry a freaking egg in the kitchen or even get a glass of water, hovel that it had become.
I mean, in my head, I guess I assumed that since the world revolves around me (i know, i know, not really but a diva can fantasize can't she?)...the contractors would too. Not so much the case...lol. So now I'm sitting here trying to plug the fridge into the dining room socket so we can at least have water. I've got the Rugrats running circles around all the confusion and loving it. Dear hubby has escaped to CT and here, lie I, amidst it all. At what point will I finally lose it, I wonder? Will it be when I have to bundle the RRs into the car for a dinner trip to McD's? Or will it be when I realize I am forced to go off plan because I can't warm up my NS entree? Or maybe it will be that blessed moment when I make a mad dash to the downstairs bathroom on a commercial break during my "must see" TV show and cop a squat and keep on going till I hit the floor cos...bam...the frickin' toilet is sitting on my front lawn! *sigh*...tomorrow this will all be worth it. right?
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