The bubble has burst...

It was bound to happen.  During all of these past few months of construction I've had dozens and dozens of people tell me I'm completely crazy for taking on a project like this.  They'd tell me that building a home was "the hardest thing they've ever done" and it was so stressful, and on and on.  I would just smile and tell them the truth.  It hadn't been that bad.  It was actually pretty fun, and everyone was doing a great job. 

So obviously it was destined to get a little rough for me, right?  Today was the day I felt ready to tear into several different people and read them the riot act.  The theme for the past few weeks might just be called "overpromising and underdelivering" aka, the most aggravating character trait a person can have.  I have to include this tidbit in my blog for fear that I'll forget the hard times and accidentally try to do this again (not for us, mind you...I'm already building our "forever" home...but maybe for someone else!)

It seems like a great deal of my job lately had been babysitting.  Anyone who knows me knows that I don't really enjoy babysitting of any variety, but to have to micromanage grown men is the worst!  Several of our subs, who shall remain nameless, have gotten into the habit of going lost past their deadlines, which makes every other sub after them frustrated and behind schedule too.  I knew this would be the hardest part of the job.  It's not even the unmet deadlines that are the worst, it's the stammering excuses and failure to communicate with me that makes my blood boil.  I want them to fess up when they mess up (that sounded awesome, right?) and just tell me the truth...they are behind schedule and are trying to make it right.  But they just fail to show up for work every day and somehow are unable to call, email or text me to let me know what's going on. 

And of course, the sub who is giving us the most grief is the "friend" of Stephen's who I can't really yell at properly.  Remember how people always say not to hire friends or family?  That's a really good rule.  Really, really good. 

So after putting out multiple fires today (in addition to my other "job" or shuttling kids to school and lessons, doing laundry, buying groceries, cooking meals, helping with homework, exercising, paying bills, doing my church calling, volunteering at the kids's school, etc.) I went into the master bathroom where they're installing the cabinets and saw this...

A medicine cabinet that just doesn't quite fit.  I'm not sure if this was the work of an overzealous framer, or poor measuring on the part of our cabinet designer, but I do know that it looks ridiculous and needs to be fixed.  And it will be, and all will be well again, and I'll go back to my Mary Poppins disposition as usual.  I just needed to have one bad day.  Game on tomorrow.