Last weekend while I was enjoying Charleston with several hundred beautiful ladies not cooking dinner, refereeing “discussions” or washing dishes, my Hubby started a little reno project (the first of the whole house). We turned our 2nd living room into a 4th bedroom with a temporary wall, knocked down 2 half-walls (decoration only, not weight bearing), added a door, switched 3 rooms of furniture around and we’ve been working on it all week. (just to be clear, when I say “WE”, it is the collective we….mostly my Hubs and his handy-friend Bob) Today is adding moulding, missing tile pieces, and (hopefully) completing the girls’ room set-up. It’s going to be much better with all these big kids spreading out a bit more, but right now….. This very second. I am hiding. In my room with the cat. The pictures against the wall, 1/2 beds all over the house, random furniture that will be given or thrifted away, dust, noise and the general unsetteled ness is a bit too much for me. Hats off to all you DIY people. I like planning it (sort of) and the finished product but PHEW. That in-between stuff. Blech.