We’ve been renovating our fixer up since the summer. With juggling a baby, house renovations and DH work were mentally and physically fatigued. We’re very close to being done, maybe 20% left to do and at least 10% of that is being done by tradies in the next month or so. By April all of our living spaces will be done. Then just the utility room, finishing touches and ‘moving in’.
However at the moment, like the last 7 months, we’ve been living out of plastic tubs in the garage, the daily battle with dust, can’t seem to find anything, things getting ruined, the daily decisions, unplanned for costs, random people in our house, from the moment we open our eyes to collapsing into bed it’s about the house…
DH has reached burnout… a few weeks ago. I’m in survival mode just trying to get through every day dreaming about how lovely it will all be in the end. We both wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it all.
We went out for the first time last night. We both made a conscious effort not to talk about the house but we were just too exhausted to really enjoy the meal. We had to get back to it when we got back as we remembered the electrician needed us to do something’s before his arrival at 8am this morning.
You never see this on Instagram. I know it will get better but some nice warm words of encouragement would be much appreciated right now.