The next time there’s a leak in my house, I’m burning it down.

I spent all day Saturday trying to hide from My Honey. It wasn’t easy and I had to be creative.

Once upon a time, this was the pantry

When I got home on Friday, My Brother the Plumber and My Honey had installed all the new plumbing which I thought was astounding.

 Only now, my house is filled with more holes than I could imagine and the hallways and rooms with no plumbing were stacked ceiling high

with the contents of the other rooms. The kitchen pantry was relocated to the family room as was all the nonsense from Sassy’s closet. The Laundry room was split between the diningroom table and the

The big cat loves being on top

livingroom. Everything from the master closet was stacked on the top bunk of The Bandit’s bunk bed. Everything from the front bathroom was lined down the hall. The kitchen was simply scattered around the kitchen like a very confusing earthquake happened.

It was like a DMZ. No joke.

Saturday rolled around and the drywall and texturing began. Sadly, the years of forced employment for my father means that not only can I fix your basic plumbing problem, but I can also hang drywall and texture – mostly. I curse the day my father made me so capable. Fortunately, there were errands

What the kitchen looked like when I got home on Friday

that had to be done outside the house and I thrust myself out the door in an effort not to get dragged into the construction.  Also, the fact that the areas were generally too small for two bodies helped.

On Sunday, I totally made up for my lack of participation on Saturday. While My Honey finished the drywall, put in the hot water heater, and reinstalled the pantry, Sassy and I spent eight hours re-assembling her bedroom. We’ve been meaning to do some updating of her room so this was timely. Also, I took the opportunity to convince  her to get rid of a bunch of her little girl toys – eight garbage bags worth.

I am exhausted. My Honey is wiped out. There is still have a laundry room to drywall, texture and reassemble. Then all the week’s laundry to do. The air conditioning unit is on order so that’s in the next week or so.

I’m too tired to get drunk and way too exhausted to kill myself. Crying is about all I’ve got left.