The kitchen is being demolished as I type (man, is it loud). So try to envision this if you will:
•The foyer is now the kitchen (let's hear it for hot plates and microwaves!).
•The bathtub is now the kitchen sink.
•The linen closet is now the pantry.
•The living room is now the office and dining room.
•The den is now the playroom.
•Our bedroom is now a storage facility.
•The upstairs bedrooms and bath do not exist for three more weeks.
Perhaps the worst part is that we moved all three girls into Lea's bedroom and, being naive and short-sighted, moved only the mattresses, not the beds. Which means that the room is essentially one big fucking trampoline.
I'll be making a trip to the emergency room before all this is through. Whine, whine, whine.