My Own House: In Shambles

I try to keep an upbeat tone on this blog, but for once I'm going to be honest...just for a sec.

This project is like a second full-time job. I don't think I (or C or D, for that matter) really understood what we were getting ourselves into. It's one thing to have a second mortgage and all of the financial worries that go along with debt, but it's quite another thing to have a bunch of physical labor- with seemingly no end in sight- and the added stress of keeping up with silly things like household chores.

Our answer is that we DON'T keep up with household chores...which explains why we haven't invited you over to dinner lately. Laundry sits piled up in the living room, piles of junk mail cover every available surface, many tools and materials needed for the project are in a temporary home in the dining room and kitchen, kitty litter boxes frequently go unattended longer that intended...and on and on. That's really taking a toll on our domestic happiness.

Out neighbors invited us over for dinner last weekend, and we had a lovely time actually sitting down and enjoying a homecooked meal (we haven't done so for months). I left grateful for having such wonderful neighbors, and I could help but feel intensly jealous that their housekeeping habits are impeccable. That jealously has almost ruined the fun.

I have to admit it. It's a secret though, so keep it to yourself: I'm looking forward to finishing this project.