We want our life back. “They” say that remodels test a marriage. “They” were right. We knew it would be so and we’ll get through it but it is time to finish up and move on. Ten months is a long time to be living in a construction zone.
If we were home together every day it would be ok; we would discuss things and talk about them and problem solve. As it is now, the construction guys show up and the agenda isn’t known until they get here or I get an email in the morning with something that needs to be resolved; NOW. It is a well known fact that I am not a morning person and every day is a Herculean event for me to get up and get to work. It’s not that I’m not up; it’s just all the last minute details that need to be taken care of before I leave. At work I have done away with my penchant for procrastinating but at home, it is a well honed daily morning activity.
As I run out the door I rattle off 5 or so things that need to be taken care of that day. Lewis listens but doesn’t write anything down and since I’ve change my mind 3 times while mid-sentence he’s still stuck on item #1 so he’s frustrated that he doesn’t know what I want and I’m frustrated that I’m not getting it.
Its 6:30 A.M and the Monster has woken. Don’t talk to it or ask questions or it will eat you for breakfast.