Three Weeks and Counting...

This Friday, the renovations should be complete.  And although I have taken full advantage of this opportunity to be in, cooking, baking and writing, I am so over this self-imposed confinement.  (I'm sure someone less anxiously obsessive than me, would have flown the coop already).  I look forward to doing laundry, staying in my pj's past seven a.m. and eating my breakfast in peace. I will not miss the paper walkway on my floors.  And I'm sure they must be tired of my constant reminders that a baby is coming and they need to be done, posthaste!

Although, it must be noted, the subcontractors seem to be more comfortable in my house than I am. They use our bathrooms, tracking Tinker bell-like pixie dust throughout the house.  They drink cold bottles of water from our fridge in the garage, which I offer them, but now compulsively feel the need to constantly replenish.  There will be no dehydration on my watch.

By noon, they perch their microwave oven outside, on top of our garbage can, and unfold our lawn chairs, dining in comfort.  The scent of of their lunch wafts all the way into the kitchen and frankly, it smells better their mine.  When they are not serenading me with power tools, they blast music of unknown origins from their radio.  The cat hasn't come out from under our bed in weeks.

I am beginning to doubt we will make our deadline, I think they are too comfortable here.

Washer and Dryer, how I miss you!

This, I won't miss!