The house itself needs a few things upgrading and we’re getting through them bit by bit so it has been quite stressful with contractors coming and going, but it’s coming together.
I live in a rental that is very glamorous on paper and has some pretty fancy features, is gigantic, is in beautiful location, but I swear everyone who worked on building and kitting out this house was the alcoholic relative of Odd Job Bob. You know the one: is often found mumbling to himself, falling asleep and drooling on your gran at parties, but “it’s alright, he’s a really sound bloke, he always turns up and works really hard.”
Except: he’s crap.
It might as well be made of bloody straw. I am sure there are better built doll houses out there.
I digress. Something goes wrong with this house every single day, but more often there will be five things in a day. Yesterday was unusual in that there were four.
So we are constantly irate at all the shit it throws at us, in touch with my LL far more often than I ever wanted or expected to be in a fancy house, and I HATE being here.
But here’s the thing: I chose to try to get these things fixed. Once I get one resolved it spurs me on to dealing with another three. But it’s too much. We all have our limitations. There’s only so much firefighting, organising, being let down by contractors and finding yet Another Bloody Thing the brain can cope with at any one given point in time. So, we hate the house, we hate what it has done to us and our relationship, but I made the decisions to try to get all those things fixed (looking for what, perfection?), so ultimately the buck stops with me.
Are you doing the same? If yes, stop it. Whilst I try to moderate my feelings towards the house I have lowered my standards from “fixed/perfect/working” to “no longer keeping me awake at night/not quite as bad as it was/it will do for now/somewhat better.” Because the alternative is a level of anxiety and brain drain that’s not helpful for either of us.
MAKE time for fun. Choose to do things next week. Shrug when a contractor ghosts you. Let your clean windows have streaks.
You will get to where you want to be eventually, but if you push too hard and too fast, it will be at the expense of liking the house, leaving you with nothing but a bunch of bad memories about how you got there.
(or maybe you just hate the house, in which case I apologise, and I am sorry for your crappy wall colour. Paint a pair of boobies on it in chalk til you have the energy to start again, so you can at least get a laugh at it in the meantime)