I have been feeling oppressed by my house lately. This has been coming on for about a week or two now. If you have noticed a lack of posts, it is in direct correlation with (what feels like) a lack of work. When we are busy working on projects, walls are coming down, windows are going up, I feel good. Although the situation is not ideal, we are making progress that gets us closer to the end. Lately, through, it seems that I have been living with 2×4 studs and dirty floors forever. Instead of coming home from work and having a wave of relaxation and relief wash over me as I sit on the couch and take my shoes off, I just look at the dirty floor and insulation flecks on the couch and feel my skin start to crawl.
I can barely stand to take a shower any more. The bathroom is so disgusting and dirty, and cold. It is impossible to keep warm with the draft that blows in between the plastic sheets. It used to be that my shower is what got me going in the morning. Now it is a thing I dread getting out of bed for.
Thor tells me I am a trooper, and to keep it up, and I just sigh. I don’t even feel up to telling him where to shove it anymore.
Things are happening at the house. The plumber was there all last week. But the things he is doing are largely imperceptible. Sure, a new copper pipe appears out of the wall every once in a while, but it hasn’t changed my life any. The water pressure is still as bad as ever.
But, real change is happening today. As I type, Randy, Thor and Matt are ripping off the roof of the sunroom and putting a new one on. I only hope they have it back up when I get home, because it is supposed to be 28 degrees outside tonight.
Tags: depression, plumbing, roof, shower, sunroom