We've been renovating our house while living in it (with a 3 yr old) for the past 6 months. It's been stressful, but we have managed to cope with all sorts of inconveneinces, like periods of no heating in the middle of winter while boiler system being put in / periods of no electricity while electrics being done / no bathroom for 2 months while new one put in / major problems with unreliable workmen etc etc etc. We haven't had an oven for 6 months (waiting for our new kitchen extension to start - already 2 months overdue ) - and for the past month we have all been sleeping together on a mattress on the floor in our living room while the upstairs of the house is plastered and painted.
It has been bloody hard for all of us to effectively project manage this renovation and live in this absolute tip (all our clothes are in black bags at the moment...it's so hard to be organised in any shape or form ) and for DH to run his business and me to look after our son and keep him from strangling himself on a dangling electrical cord or dive into a huge hole in the wall or some such hideous building site-related danger.
Now I've come to the stage where I have just about had enough, and we aren't even a third of the way through this renovation. I love the house, the area, everything about our new life, and I know that there is no turning back now (I wouldn't want to) and in about a year's time (hopefully) we will have a great family house for our future together...but right now I am sick to the back teeth of living like this. I can't have any friends around. I have to spend most days out of the house as it isn't safe for our son or pleasant for us to hang out because of the dust, fumes and noise. I am living like a tramp, all my stuff in bags and boxes, and I just long for a home.
We've just come back from a family holiday to give us a break from the relentless of it all, and had a lovely time - me and DH were like honeymooners again - but now we are back, there are more problems with the builders, the house is a state and I just feel completely off balance - no centre, no organisation, like I am going a bit mad - and me and DH are arguing non-stop about every petty little thing. I feel miserable. Sorry for the rant. Sorry for being self indulgent and spoilt. Thanks for reading.