Halle-fricking-lujah - Major DIY projects around the house are now completed. And we haven't even started the nursery - that's just a painting job really.
DSS1 now has his new bedroom complete which involved clearing out the spareroom/junkroom/study and putting a lot of the contents into storage, dismantling all the shelving to paint the walls (and realising that normal Dulux is crap at covering , getting a wardrobe from my ex (we're on good terms, he wasn't using it and in any case I bought the wardrobe), dismantling DSS1's bed frame to move it from one room to the adjoining room and re-setting up his xbox.
DSS2 now has DSS1's old room which meant repainting, moving a divan bed down a floor, & building a desk. Doesn't sound much, there was hardly any room to move anything about in the hallways because of wood & shelves for other jobs and stuff which was waiting to be rehomed in the living room. Also, halfway around painting the room, the roller gave up the ghost which meant a mercy mission to get a new roller.
Finally, the most stressful job - putting shelves up in the alcoves in the living room. Shouldn't have been that bad, but combine a perfectionist DP who's qualified in engineering design, a lack of DIY workspace and "appropriate tools" (to a bloke who's used to having a proper workshop at his disposal) and a 120 yr old house which doesn't have a single straight wall in it, and I've been trying not to grab one of the beams of wood and smacking DP over the head with it. Have kept repeating in my head "Keep calm, he loses his temper easily, you won't help things by shouting back and you don't want to work yourself up either" (for those who don't already know, DP was assaulted just over 3 years ago by being hit over the head 3 times with a steel bar & is lucky to be alive - also wasn't diagnosed with PTSD & several other things until last year after he dropped off the system's radar because he was preoccupied with raising his DSs after his ex had walked out 5 months before the attack).
After a whole week of DIY, DP was (quite understandably) reaching the end of his tether today which hasn't been helped this weekend with DSS1's moments of total stroppiness & ungratefulness (bloody 13 y/o's), and DSS2's moments of "Dad, Dad, Dad, come look at this ("no, we're busy")/that's too noisy! (power tools - "then go to your room & close the door")/can I go on the computer? ("no, we're still working & using noisy tools")/when are you going to make my new desk? ("when this job's finished")/can I go outside to play? (which would have meant going through the kitchen which had been turned into an impromptu workshop - "NO!") (bloody 5 y/os). Have been doing my best to work through feeling completely knackered to help DP finish without him having a coronary and now's we're finally done!!!
Roll on going back to work tomorrow and doing overtime...