dust - parquet, though. Reeeeeeeal parquet. Worth all that wait! 
wollstonecraft - you have this. You WILL sort it. It might seem bewildering and anxiety-provoking right now because you don't know what it ought to be like, so you're working in the dark. But as soon as you find out, you'll have a clear route forward. It's horrible to have to have confrontation with people, but you can handle it. You really can. Think about Mary striding around Sweden, all by herself, at a time when women just didn't do that. If she could take on all of the social and sexual mores of her day singlehandedly, we can deal with a few pesky builders and electricians!
Isn't it funny how tiring it all is, though? I am doing the same job as usual. I'm not running around more. I'm not doing any more physical work. Yet I'm exhausted, and on top of that, I'm emotionally tired. I can't fully work out why. Yes, the process is stressful. Yes, it's physically difficult living in two tiny rooms. Yes, I'm not eating properly because of the lack of kitchen. Yes, it's hard dealing with builders day-in and day-out (even though mine are lovely people except the electrician). But all that doesn't add up to as much tired as I actually feel right now. I feel like my resilience is being worn down at some fundamental level, like I have less left in reserve to deal with any problem or issue that arises. And it's all making me feel strangely bad about myself, too, like I am some kind of failure.
Tell you what, I have so much respect now for those who are refugees of all kinds - whether women fleeing an abusive home, or those crossing the world to try to escape war. I'm finding this tough, and it's still a billion times easier than what many are enduring. As a female friend said to me at midnight yesterday when I was raging at Ikea, "Fuck them! But it's just a kitchen, sweetie, now have another drink". 