I posted here a few months ago about an imminent renovation of a Vict terrace in London. Most people said things like "it's hell", "you'll barely survive", etc etc. At the time I thought (as I did pre-children about child rearing) really, what's the fuss? it won't be that bad.
Well, it is - and we aren't even living in the house!
Planning permissions being refused, an architectural technician who has been horrendous to work with, builders getting miffed over crap plans and pedantic council. And there are three months to go.
I hoped that some kind experienced souls here could impart words of wisdom on how to handle the daily stresses while trying to work, look after 2 small DC, not kill DH.....
And breathe 