WAH.
Feels like we've been building forever, and we are down to the last possible money we can borrow. As it is, poor Fatboy is having to give up nursery to pay for the extra loan we had to take out (only for a couple of months until he hits three, don't panic!). We've been shoved out of our house for a week longer than the sodding builders said we would, so extra expense there and now they just KEEP coming up with extra costs. Like apparently we have so many 'channels' in the extension that we need ANOTHER new fuse board (we already completely rewired the old house as it was a death trap) which will cost £400. And apparently 'someone promised' our neighbour that we would retarmac the shared drive. ERM, say what? It was knackered before we got anywhere near it (although I admit is has not been improved by six months of building work). I don't even know how much tarmac costs, but I know we can't afford it. Actually, how much does tarmac cost? Anyone know?
I literally dread my phone ringing or emails popping up in case it's them. I just want them gone. Actually, I want them to finish, take care of my snagging list and then leave forever. Emigrate preferably.
When he said in July that I'd be sick of having him around by the time he was done I thought to myself that I was already sick of having him around. But now I've reached a whole new level of sick to death of this whole thing. I can't even get excited about new kitchens or new rooms. Woe is me. Etc.