Whine it like a Mommy Blogger

My daughter is home sick from school.

And that means there are two of us trapped here with those lying sack-of-shit space pack-installing guys who mendaciously assured me that they would only be working in one or at the most two rooms at once.

The thing is, this is not the same thing as "only one or two rooms in your house will be affected."

And here is your proof:

My bedroom


My study


My husband's study


My living room


My dining room


The upstairs hallway


and last but not least, my sunroom porch


This is a small job. I keep telling myself that. But in retrospect I am SO GLAD we moved out when we had the kitchens and bathrooms worked on. Driving an extra hour and a half every day? Killing time while my kids are in school? Neglecting to oversee my children's homework and falling into bed exhausted every night? TOTALLY WORTH IT. I wasn't listening to workmen. I wasn't breathing plaster dust.

I can't even begin to describe how much I'm looking forward to this evening's glass(es) of wine.