So DH and I are at the end of around 9 months of pretty fucking awful major building work.
During the whole time, as the default home-worker (I'm a freelance editor/writer and a part-time academic), I've been the one project managing, having difficult conversations etc. I'm also the one who has been sitting here in the bloody freezing cold when it was snowing and there was no heating or lighting. DH has airily breezed out of the door at 7am every day, before anything started, returning at 6 or 7 at night, by which time I am usually sitting shell-shocked in the middle of a room, covered with settling dust and requiring wine. It's really affected my work and my ability to get things done - it's very hard to focus when you've got four plasterers blasting Heart FM and yelling questions up the stairs at you.
We're nearly there. But we are currently having some joinery done (fitted cupboards) and it's been really difficult. There's been delay after delay. The guy who is fitting them is young, inexperienced, disorganised and frankly a bit chaotic. Having had months of difficult conversations, I'm feeling pretty low about having to have another load with him. I actually cried buckets yesterday because I just couldn't face any more of this. I just wanted my house and my space back. I can't explain how I feel - kind of blank, really. Worn out.
DH did the 'Ah, ah, there, there' thing and promised to have words with the guy today. But he hasn't. Instead, he's in the bloody pub!! (I can see this because we are both on each other's Google Trusted Contacts).
AIBU to feel absolutely indignant at this? I realise I sound like the worst kind of controlling person, and that my reaction is stupidly vivid compared to the tiny offence. But I feel absolutely gutted that I'm still here, still dealing with the same old shit, and he's in the University boozer.
Rant over!