Oh, when oh when will it end!?!?Okay, now that MLK day is over, I will rant and rail about my house project, and the only pangs of guilt I will feel are the same pangs of guilt I get whenever I whine about my first world problems.
I will go on record here and say that I think my contractor is doing a solid job. He's a nice guy and the finished product will be perfect in every possible way. I also feel confident that he is working as fast as he can, but, people, I can't wait any more!!!
When I look around the house, I see so many little things that still need to be done! Things that haven't even been started yet! Little persnickety things! And then there is the painting that we still have to do, and doors that need to be sanded, and the floor that needs to be finished one more time, and I start to wonder if I'll ever get to move in.
I'm sure I could move in before its completely done, but I really don't want to. Rob goes to work all day, so it wouldn't bother him, but I would have guys around me, and hammering, and dust and leftover painting, and I really don't want to live like that. The plan was not to move in until everything is done, but I don't know now.
I need to get out of my mom's house. I think she needs to get us out of here too. At first when we moved in, I would overhear her tell her friends on the phone how great things were going with us and how easy it was and she was so enthusiastic. The other day I overheard her tell her friend, in a very neutral tone, "Its fine, I'm sure they're ready to move, but its fine."
We're all on edge here, and there's no amount of cocktails or Piers Morgan that's going to change it.