From Hero to Zero

In contrast to my last post, where I was full of the joys of spring, or at least of friendship, today I am at the end of my rope. Over the past two weeks we have had people in the house working on the bathroom almost every day. And everyday there have been problems and excuses and issues with almost every element of said bathroom, from water dripping through the kitchen ceiling because of an improperly secured valve to the longest bath and drywall installation in history. The plan was to have the bathroom finished before our new room mates L and R moved in but of course the weekend saw them half moving in with the bathroom half done. Last night their move was complete but the bathroom still not finished. Today saw more progress but no completion. The window has to be put back in, there is a hole in the wall, and I have to paint the entire room. Plus there is a little bit of tiling to do, a towel rack to varnish and some shelves to paint and put up. I know I'm going to love it when it's done (and I really can't wait to take a shower standing up instead of crouched in the downstairs tub with the shower attachement), and I know I have very little to complain about in the scheme of things, but I'm really out of patience right now. It has all cost about 1500 dollars more than expected too and, while LJ's mum is footing the bill (she is the landlord) I'm really conscious that I was the one supervising the work and that I should perhaps have managed to keep us better in budget. So I guess this post is a bit of a rant, which hopefully together with the tension tamer I'm sucking down right now, will serve to take my grumpiness down a notch.