Moved into our edwardian terrace 3 weeks ago. Three days or so before the move we still had no floors, the place still looked like a building site, we'd had no sleep for 2 months whilst working on it in the evenings and then getting up for work in the morning, 3 young kids... My mother in law and other members of family packed for us on the day we had to be out of the rental, as we tried to get everything move-ready. There were definitely moments over the last 18 months, when we'd basically depreciated the value of the house, and there was just bare brick and holes in the floor everywhere and I thought wtf have we actually done. We were still pissing in a bucket in the garden about a week before move-in while the bathrooms were being plumbed.
Now we're in... Couldn't be happier. Still loads to do, we have no doors other than the bathroom and kitchen, but the rest is little things like window dressings, skirting, coving and architraves, random bits of plastering, cleaning the fireplaces and adding mantelpieces.
Also... We are POOR for the moment. Towards the end of the build it was like "oh only 1k? That's fine" £300 here... £700 there...lost all concept of money when paying tradespeople.
We were lucky we weren't living there during the build. I think that would be next level awfulness so hats off to those who have done that too.