Posted by Partlycloudy on September 2, 2013, at 19:51:58
In reply to Nowhere else to put the words, posted by Partlycloudy on September 2, 2013, at 14:34:55
Ultimately, I hope that this is an enormous PTSD trigger from having our kitchen remodeled. It's a long, invasive process, and our open-plan first floor is uninhabitable during the day while the guys are working. Their taste in music is dubious, but most importantly, it's reduced my areas of privacy to the top floor.
So I am going from room to room upstairs, trying to find quiet and peace in a place where it doesn't exsist.
My husband work from the house in a room built out from the garage, and he is pretty much chasing me from room to room.
I'm willing to let the project finish, reassess, before I take any drastic actions. I am so torn. Just basically miserable right now.
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