My real house feels like total chaos. No one seems to mind, except me. Note the two kids reading blissfully. The third one is on the computer, completely unaware of his surroundings.
After another busy summer day, I couldn't get myself to deal with it (the kitchen and table look worse), so I took a walk to see today's progress. Three different crews were at the house today.
The gables got another coat of red paint.
Our framers finished a little porch off the back of the garage.
The drywall crew finished taping and began mudding the house.
I seriously wanted to sit there and live in the daydream of that empty house.
After a while, I headed home to half packed boxes; abandoned art, science and sewing projects; piles of fabric, tile, countertop, and paint samples; boxes of door sets and lighting fixtures; dishes for days; and a dinner to start.
I am so grateful that we get to build this house. It is so awesome and the crews are wonderful. So far the stress has almost nothing to do with the execution of the design. Our framing crew is amazing and will be doing most of the finishing work, as well. It is just the coordinating of choices and making decisions, going through invoices, documenting everything and, of course, the ever-present budget that are taking over my life. It is summer and I feel more stressed out because I am busy missing it.
I keep telling myself that within 6 months, all this stress will fade into memory.
I can barely wait.