Hectic
The chaos is starting to get to me. Hell, it’s getting to everyone. We’re starting to pick at each other.
The house is newly constructed, not quite finished. My dad, who frequently does home remodeling, was hired by Master to finish the lower level, which was a huge, bare, open space. My dad is framing it in, from drywall to completion, for the kids bedrooms, family room, computer room, etc. Half of the lower level was already done, half being one bathroom, one bedroom and the laundry/utility room. The upper level was also already finished – master bed and bath, kitchen/dining room, living room, office, main bathroom.
My parents are staying in the lower level bedroom/bath. The kids are all camped out in the living room. The kids are staying up all night watching tv, messing around online. It’s one big slumber party for them. Master (and I) get up at 5am. Tempers are being tested. The lack of privacy and lack of personal space is grating on nerves.
That’s the bad news. The good news is that today, my mom and I (and the kids) can start painting in some of the rooms on the lower level. Once the painting is done, the carpet can get in. Once the carpet is in, it’s ready for furniture. Then it’s done. Then my parents go home. Then the kids move into their own damn rooms and out of my living room. Then Master and I can have wild monkey sex without worrying about either the kids OR my parents hearing.
This weekend we have to go back to the old house and get the rest of our stuff and clean up. We’re going to rent it out for now. For some reason, the idea of other people living in “my” house isn’t sitting well. It makes me … I dunno what. Not mad, but something.
The kids start school Tuesday. They’re looking forward to it. They went from a school with around 2,000 students to a school that has around 400 students. And my girls don’t have to take P.E. This is huge news to girls. P.E. is the worst class for prissy princess girls like mine. No P.E., an offered creative writing course for Am that the other school didn’t have, Jes has most of her required courses done so she’s skating through on mostly easy electives, smaller classes – the kids are damn near giddy. Of course B-man asked to take P.E., and got to, so he’s happy. Gym class over a class with actual homework? Hell yeah!
So next week – no more chaos. I can’t wait.
I will never get caught up on everyone. :-(
~cunt
The view from the back deck. Isolated much?


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