A Mental Moment

My hubs is "standing duty", this means that he is at work for awhile..
My upstairs is still torn apart in order to do Bean's room.
My nerves have had enough.
So in my infinite wisdom this evening, I called my husband at work and RANTED. For about 45 seconds, then I sweetly said "okay, then...that's it, I'll talk to you later".
My husband is used to a little crazy. He is probably glad that it was only 45 seconds and I pulled myself out of the swan dive.
It's just that it has been 10 days so far and it was hot and humid and I have been tripping and banging my toes and shins on things for about....oh TEN DAYS.....
Now, I am a bit nutsoid about the house. I like it how I like it. Clean and orderly.
If the house is not clean and orderly, then I stay unsettled on some deep and important level. Now, I am not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I have loosened up a bit with the Mama Years-however.....
Enough is enough though.
Les will be home in the morning on Friday and we are going to finish that room.
I swear it will be done.