TEARS SHED

I've been home 2 and a bit hours now and I was greeted by bags of sand, a van full of stuff a messy entrance and 4 men drinking beers and applauding themselves for a job well done. There was no job or anything that looked well-done (to me anyway). I just burst into tears as I walked into the living room and seeing white plastic sheets strewn across the room all the way to the kitchen and my sofa supported haphazardly on one corner of the wall. The back garden although covered in trenches almost looked habitable and less starring as the rest of the living quarters.

The workmen took one look at me and started biding their farewells to my husband who at this time was oblivious to my emotions. I was shocked that he was letting them go without making any attempt whatsoever to tidy up so I decided to ask about the mess. My husband looked at me proudly and sent the men off and in one breadth telling that they will clean up tomorrow when they finish working. The response made tears well up inside me and my voice became so squeaky like a mouse 'I want the mess cleaned up now and the plastic covers gone, with the sofa tucked in the "summer house like we agreed" I walked away after these shamefully squeecked out words with tears rolling down. My husband quickly agreed and started cleaning and hoovering the house. Normally this would make me feel bad but 'not this time'.

I cannot give you pictures of the house because I was too upset and shocked to even think about anything else other self-evicting myself and the kids and lodging somewhere till the mess was gone. Tomorrow is the last day I cook in my kitchen (my kitchen is moving into my living room), I am to have temporary pipes and plumbing to give me a compact living space as I am calling it. How long I am going to survive this and hang on to the building site? We shall see as time goes.

I may come here often than I intended just to offload my emotions as I feel there is going to be more tears of stress and frustrations where these came from. So to stop myself making a punch bag out of someone I need to put myself together and compose my thoughts and actions.

Front garden (first 2 pics)

Back garden