I hate this construction project, and I just wanted you to know. I am trying to learn French, a new city, how to drive like an insane person, and where to buy things while parenting two non-stop-action-packed boys… and then I come home to the banging pounding mess that is our house. Scratch that, we don’t come home, we often ARE home. Trying to work, parent, be, love inside a complete mess. Our house, where I am constantly dodging nails in tiny feet and where I am never ever hardly ever ALONE. You know that classic line, “Someone’s always watching”? Well, it’s totally true.
The thing is, if I could appreciate the aesthetic of the project, that would be one thing. I would be able to hold on to the thought of the finished product, but I do not. I don’t like it, at all. Each day something uglier appears. A toilet set skew (REALLY skew) into the cement, brand new (ugly) light fixtures with paint all over them, a crooked window, a rain gutter that runs in 20 directions along the ground, a newly installed sink that is about really to fall off the wall and almost does every time you touch it, cement detailing that is indescribably ugly, varnished bricks with dripping white paint in between them… at this point I just want them out. Out. Out. Instead of SITTING AROUND all day long doing two hours of work in ten.
I realize I am now officially the downer of the blogging world.
The end.
Kristy