So we are in our fourth month of building extension works, new kitchen and bathroom. I thought I had planned and prepared for the work and the upheaval but I didn't realise that the whole process would nearly drive me mad.
It's the little things, like someone being in your space 5 or 6 days a week. One day I was on the loo with someone in the loft overhead and someone else drilling through the floor underneath, it felt like I was being attacked and I just couldn't go. The endless tea making, even though I've said help yourselves you still get the expectant look. How can they have so many bloody sugars in their tea without their teeth falling out? The constant mess, no matter how much you try and clean dust just gets everywhere. The endless problems, decisions and phone calls at work and late night conversations with DH about tiny details that you obsess over. The trades or deliveries that say they are going to arrive on a certain day, so you arrange everything and then you get a call on the day to say sorry love it will be next week. Builders scratching their heads and whinging that a walls not straight or that a jobs worse than they thought trying to add to the mounting costs and having to be tough when a quote is a quote.
And I know it will all be worth it in the end but in the meantime it's making me feel slightly crazy. Am I alone?