This weekend was designated the weekend where we would install the interior doors that we got in the UK last weekend and our house now looks like a war zone.
Due to the weather, J's had to have the 'workshop' in the house. I have just been called for a second opinion and our 3rd bedroom looks like a hamster cage, and a disgusting one at that. I did my duty, turned around and left the scene with a very heavy heart. Living in a house renovation is really getting to me, not helped by the fact I feel rather terrible health-wise, it seems ten times worse today.
I can't imagine a time where your socks, or anything come to think of it, do not go white within 3 seconds of touching a surface. I use the three second rule - if something has touched a surface for longer than 3 seconds, it will be unwearable. I have totally given up on cleaning at the moment meaning the eventual job will be awful when I finally feel up to doing it.
This weekend I've had to climb over the back of the sofa to access it as the sofa has been pushed into the corner for door workshop space No 2. I'm doing my best to ignore the mess, the sound of tools and am desperately trying not to think about how stressful this all is. I just want to be well and not be living in a renovation project, just for one day, please......
Today is one of those days I wish I had a fairy godmother, or someone nearby who could come and give me a hand. Everything is just too much. I miss my Mum today.