Jiggety-Jigg. As of Friday afternoon, we are back home. Being home is nice, having rows of boxes along each wall, not so nice. Sleeping in my own bed is nice, still not having a finished master bath, not so nice. Sigh.
Now that we've "moved" out and returned to reassemble our home I am bitter that the whole project is NOT finished. I am tired of pottying in one bathroom, showering in another, getting dressed in another room...upstairs/downstairs...where are my shoes?
I'm so over having contractors show up whenever, often at odd times, usually unexpected.
We have been too patient. Too understanding. Oh, another delay...well, okay. No work for a week or two? All right. I think we're going to have to change our persona. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Our wheels are about to squeak as loud as they can. I'm out of metaphors, but I still want my house finished. (Sorry for sounding like a petulant toddler, but it's been a long 6 months.)
On a positive note, having to "move" out allowed us to sort through "Stuff"" that we obviously don't need or use and get rid of it. That's a good thing. I'm also rearranging things a bit too. This is also a good thing. Of course this rearranging and de-cluttering will lead to a few trips to Marshall's and Hobby Lobby to refresh the decor some. It's only fair right?