it's like being held hostage. basically.
There's this constant mess in the house that I really can't do anything about. I can't clean it. It needs to stay there in order to paint. It is literally driving me up the wall. I'm distraught and not overreacting at all.
Projects like this. They just wear on you over time. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's nothing I don't love more than boiling my tortellini next to a bottle denatured alcohol, I'm just a little tired of the house being a disaster.
And there really is nothing I can do about it. Not until we're done. There's no point.