The reality, though, is that construction – even for a relatively small job like this – is a dirty proposition.
Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like to clean? At all. Not even a bit.
If there’s one thing hubby and I don’t see eye-to-eye on, it’s cleaning. While I hate to clean, I do wield a duster and vacuum when
needed. It’s just that I’m more of a “clean up all the tiny messes so it
doesn’t turn into a huge job” kinda girl. Thank goodness hubby has taken on the job of chief bathroom cleaner, or we’d have split years ago! LOL (Yes, hubby – I’m complimenting you! Kudos! Big shout-out! Love you! Happy Anniversary! xo)
See, he’s what you’d call a Type A personality… and I’m not. If it were up to him (and we had an unlimited budget), we would have a cleaning service come in every week. Not gonna happen.
So for now, I’m in clean-up hell, dealing with constant dust in my house. If I don’t vacuum the floor every day, we end up with black feet!
Don’t get me wrong – I’ll be happy to have a proper entrance at the back, a powder room so we don’t have to run upstairs to go to the washroom, and cubbies for each family members’ stuff.
But for now, the construction mess is wearing thin on my nerves… and I’m counting down the days until the mayhem is over.
Have you ever lived through a renovation? I’d love to hear about your experience.