Happy Wednesday to you all.
We have been sick this week.
Well, everyone except my husband, which works out well, because he needs to build the house.
Would I have given him time off if he HAD gotten sick?
nope.
So yeah, he lucked out...
...or, perhaps, it was I who lucked out, because we all know how bad a "man cold" can be....
...one little sniffle or sneeze and you'd think someone had shot them in the gut.
Luckily we are all on the mend now and the coughing is starting to subside and the gastrointestinal battles have been won.
One thing that has not gotten better however, is the rate in which the Farmhouse is getting its drywall installed. Perhaps you remember that we were told 48 hours for the high majority of the drywall to be hung, and then a couple more days for taping and mudding the joints...
...if that load of bull had been true, it would have been done by now.
Needless to say, the upper level of the home is still not completed, the lower level hasn't even been touched and no taping or mudding has gone down anywhere.
I am so close to buying a whip....
...I'm talking Indiana Jones style.
So being overly irritated by workers who have taken it upon themselves to (most likely) quadruple their original time frame, thus messing up our now, very tight time schedule of 9 weeks and counting, has got me thinking...
...building a house sucks.
Now don't get me wrong, it is very rewarding when you do a ton of the work yourselves, just like we have done, and the end result is wonderful, however, the toll the process takes on your sanity, your ability to be patient and rational, not to mention your physical self, is a lot for anyone to take.
Drywall frustrations aside, I have noticed quite few differences between my life before building and my life now...
Let me share with you the comparisons...
Before Building
1. I woke up with a smile and a clear plan for my day.
2. I was very productive at work.
3. My children smiled at me and said things like "Mommy your pretty".
4. I had clothes that matched and although not fancy, fit appropriately.
5. My hair more often than not was styled and smooth.
6. I wore makeup and looked nice, some may say "Audrey Hepburnesque"...just saying
7.We went out to dinner as a family and didn't rush.
8. My husband and I got dressed up and went on dates for sushi or wine tastings.
9. My eyes conveyed kindness and approachability.
10. I had a glass of wine here and there with dinner.
During Building
1. I wake up wondering what month it is and whether or not I remembered to bathe or feed my kids the night before.
2. I walk around disoriented at work...like a zombie in a cage.
3. My children look at me and say "Mommy, you're OOOOLD."
4. All of my clothes have since been covered in paint or caulk, so I now wear oversized t-shirts from the bottom of my husbands pajama drawer... and mom jeans.
5. Half of my hair has fallen out, and the other half gets thrown in a bun that resembles something a blind rat would create as its nest.
6. I wear Chapstick and mascara and pray that my Covergirl foundation covers my under eye bags...some may say "Steve Buscemi-esque".
7. We grab Jimmy Johns on our way to Lowes and eat it in the cart in the plumbing fixture aisle...that trail of shredded lettuce is from the Welchs...sorry.
8. My husband and I go on dates still...to Builders Supply and Menards. If only Menards would start carrying sushi, we would be set.
9. My eyes convey hostility and sleep deprivation.
10. I rarely have blood in my winestream these days.
So there you have it... I have deteriorated greatly in mind and body over the past 7 months because of the stress this big, beautiful bastard of a home has caused me. But its ok. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and that in itself makes me feel lighter in the shoulder area.
...and hopefully soon, my children will call me pretty again, because this "old" thing is SO not cool...
:) ashley
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