Have you ever been so excited to get a project finished that you are almost dancing through the last bits of it?! Working night and day getting happier and happier that something you’ve been waiting for is almost here. You get that extra boost of energy because the end is in sight.
Yeah, that’s not happening to me.
What I *am* becoming is someone who if given half a chance could be considered a danger to society.
Just yesterday I didn’t separate my recyclables.
I am fed up, miserable, and not enjoying one single second of this. The only upside to any of this is, my new friend the spazzy eye twitch, which makes me look psychotic enough for people to keep their distance from me.
I cannot be trusted with people. I bite now.
I’ve kept as much of my kitchen intact as possible until the very last moment. This is the last moment.
And this is pretty much how it will remain until the new kitchen is installed.
As I type this I am debating whether or not to just go to bed. It’s 1:32 p.m. I was in the kitchen earlier assessing what I still needed to do.
1. Prime the walls and ceiling.
2. Paint the walls and ceiling.
3. Repair holes in the drywall.
4. Patch the floor.
5. Paint the trim.
6. Check myself into some sort of “facility”.
And I’m going to start on that list immediately. In reverse order.