Back to normal

Easter Sunday is over. I hope the flu is gone. It's time to finish the work in the second bathroom... It's just the sink and vanity, which he could have done in a couple of hours but instead, decided to use much of what is there, which has taken him about a week so far. I mentioned that I always thought the vanity was too low and now that he had it all apart would it be just as easy to raise it up a bit...He then asked everyone what they thought and the consensus of opinion was...yes it should be raised...now I'm so sorry I mentioned it... I don't know how much longer it's going to take to get things back to normal. Even Penny is getting sick of the mess...You have to work around it. Why bother using that bathroom... you can't use the sink to wash your hands...all sorts of tools adorn the bathroom floor. If one more person tells me I'm so lucky to have someone who can do all this work himself... I might spit.. Forget going out to dinner... I takes him an hour to get himself presentable and there is a thin layer of plaster dust and tile dust covering everything in the house.... you can even taste it... I swear... gross on so many levels... now I'm at the point I would like to have this place clean enough to just enjoy it before we go home to encounter.... who knows what mess my son has created in Massachusetts.

Last year the following had to be replaced... the coffee pot.. vacuum cleaner... (hubby looked at the huge hole on the side of the bag and asked... "did you try to vacuum up a hot coal from the wood stove?" Yes, Dad I did... young son answered.. I couldn't have come up with that in a hundred years.. hubby is starting to think like him..... anyway.... his room was so disgusting some of the walls had to be scraped... I don't even want to think about what was on them... the floors and walls all through the house were spilled on and tracked on... the living room was re-arranged and when the cable would not reach he just drilled another hole in the hardwood on the other side of the room... the toaster oven had burned out... and no, I don't know how he managed that one.... he had burned everyone of my decorative candles, not putting anything under them and all areas they came in touch with had to be restained or cleaned... when we got home he had the dining room table set with my good dishes and crystal, along with my sterling silver..... for a birthday party for his then girlfriend.... I have to stop... I am depressing myself.. anyway if we stay hubby will keep re-modeling but what awaits when we go home?

I have given myself a mad headache and I'm going to lay down.....