The carpet installers are vacuuming up the remnants of their work as I type. Finally! The last “t” is being crossed, and the final “i” dotted, on the master bed/bath remodel we began almost 2-1/2 months ago.
If I never see another contractor or subcontractor, it will be too soon. Having them in my space 24/7 is totally discombobulating. Ignoring their presence is impossible as their companion noises drone on and on and on. Whether they’re sawing wood, hammering nails, drilling holes, laying tile or carpet, tramping up and down the stairs, slamming doors, or laughing and chatting among themselves, they are inside my head…literally!
And now the end is in sight!!!
Hooray for the workers, me, my pets, and yes, even my house! If it could speak I’m certain it would complain loudly, what with all the pulling, tugging, denuding and rearranging it has had to endure. My house and I will jump for joy when the front door finally slams shut on these men’s backsides.
In the famous words of Eliza Doolittle‘s Zvengali, Professor Henry Higgins, “Shall we dance?”
A friend suggested I break open the champagne when all’s said and done.
Where’s the corkscrew? Let me at that wine rack! I’m pulling an all-nighter! Hip-hip-hooray!!!
And the sun’s out!!! Double hip-hip-hippety-hoppety-hooray!!!
…da ya think i’m happy?…ya betcha!…