If I didn't love you, I'd never agree to this!

My mom and I have decided to combine households. I can help her out, she can help me out, we can take care of one another and best of all, she won't be alone and lonely. We have a great relationship and I'm honored that she will be living with me. After searching for another home that would be configured in a way that she would be happy with, we came to the realization that it would cost a boatload of money plus, there aren't that many houses for sale in the neighborhood we would like to live in. The decision was made to update my house then I would move out of my master suite and give it to her, and I will live in one of the "regular" bedrooms. Easy peasy, right?

One of the blessings about having Mom move in with me is that my entire house is going to be updated. How cool is that?!? Being on full disability means that I am no longer able to work on my home like I'd like to is I can't do the updates myself. I can't get up on a ladder to paint the exterior or interior for that matter. I am unable to bust up old tiles for a new backsplash or pull up old carpeting or replace countertops or anything else that requires manual labor. So having a remodeling company descend on my house and make it new(er) and prettier is a great thing.

We are beginning week 7 of a 3 month remodel and I...am...over...it!!! I've been camped out in my bedroom this whole time. I don't like to leave while workers are here, so 5 days a week - 8 am to 5 pm, I hide out in my bedroom. My kitchen is torn apart so no cooking has taken place and I've been living off cereal and peanut butter sandwiches most of the time. 

Every single day I listen as workers go in and out and in and out and in and out - every time, slamming the front door as they come and go. It drives me insane! You would think that after 35 days of using that door, they'd figure out that it closes very easily but they do not. I'll be surprised if they don't break the glass inset because the whole house rattles when they slam the door. Like I said...it makes me nuts. I can handle dirt and dust, but that door slam is gonna kill me!

Open doors are another thing that drive me crazy. Here in Texas, we are experiencing a record breaking heat wave. Temperatures of 109 are not uncommon, and that heat is putting a strain on everything, with the A/C being a biggie. Construction workers do not give a shit about my A/C system or electric bill. That's evident by the number of times they leave the doors wide open. They operate by moving my thermostat down to 72 degrees (an impossible temperature to obtain when it's 109 outside) then they leave the doors wide open. I can understand propping the door open when they're carrying things in and out, but leaving it open for an hour after they're done is just stupid. And it's driving me crazy. In fact, there are about 27,000 things happening that drive me crazy.

I keep telling myself that it's all going to be worth it once they're done. It will be beautiful and I can go back to normal life however...I'm living in this mess and will be for some time to come and it's really wearing me down. I'm sick of strangers in my home, I'm sick of camping in my bedroom, I'm sick of the infernal, eternal door slamming, I'm sick of dirt and dust, I'm sick of worrying constantly about what will break that's unrelated to the remodel, I'm just sick. There's one thing that I would never say to Mom but in my head I'm screaming 'if I didn't love you I'd never agree to this!!!!!'