Rationed Space

I’ve lived in this house for almost a year and I’m still not moved in. The work on fix­ing the place up con­tin­ues, and tomor­row the embiggen­ing of the bath­room and clos­et [to the dearth of the tini­est bed­room] begins. Since we’re in the process of paint­ing the entry room, this means that 4 of the rooms can’t have any­thing in them right now. It will be 5 if we don’t man­age to com­plete the paint­ing and quar­ter-round­ing of the entry room by the time the big room by the kitchen is ready to have the floor­ing put down.

We’re pret­ty stressed and cramped, liv­ing in two rooms with the floors cov­ered in crap from the oth­er rooms, and the kitchen. We’ll have to go upstairs for most of the bath­room needs. Plus, an immi­nent emi­nent like a thief in the night baby on the way. Com­pared to the hec­tac­u­lar hec­tic­ness of our cur­rent lives, being set­tled in with a fin­ished house and a fin­ished baby seems pos­i­tive­ly cro­mu­lent.