My house is shrinking

My living room, dining room, and hallway used to be spacious in comparison with now. It is great fun trying to move around upstairs with three men doing their thing, and me and the kids doing our thing.

Our ever so thoughtful contractor put up plastic to reduce the amount of dust going through to the rest of the house. I mentioned several times about my fear of the dust, and just how bad did he think it would be? I'm just a little paranoid about dust. Once, just around baby delivery time (meaning, just over 4 months ago now), upon my request, my father took a skill saw to my bedroom walls to enlarge my closet for me. (Our contractor also volunteered to take the garbage ie. drywall pieces, from the closet expansion.) It was so dusty he couldn't see his nose on his face. He probably permanently damaged his lungs from dust intake. He probably permanently damaged my daily cleaned duct work. If I looked hard I could probably find some of that dust left lurking in the dark corners of my room. Some night when I'm sleeping they will be sure to creep out of hiding and demand to be cleaned!!! At any rate, this time the dust is barely noticeable in the majority of the house, of which I am grateful. A little.

Also, I can't believe my friend didn't take me up on my offer of a used and falling apart, but still fully functional, dishwasher. And for the mere excuse that it was formerly a home of cockroaches. Believe it or not, cockroaches can grow on you. After a few years of having them in your home, you may even find them cute. And you might find yourself getting up at midnight to turn on the light in the kitchen just to see if Dusty or Fusty is still hanging around.

Thus far things look better from the inside already. Mostly because the pink walls are gone, and replaced with the natural color of wood. And the smell of sawdust, I must admit, is better than any meal I've ever made!