I've been so busy at work lately that when I come home, I don't even feel like working on the house. I just hole up in the ugly office, stare at the hideous wallpaper, and wish I had enough money to pay someone to strip the woodwork, refinish the floors, and remodel my bathroom. Especially the bathroom. I desperately miss taking a real bath. Getting into a plastic tub with a molded pebble bottom and sitting in 8" of water just doesn't cut it. The water barely even covers my legs, for heaven's sake. I'd be better off setting up a kiddie pool in the backyard.
Today, for the first time since we moved in, I hate the house. I hate the fact that it eats up all my spare time and most of my thoughts. I hate that work just doesn't go as fast as I want or need it to go. I wish we didn't have to spend our time re-doing the previous PO's half-assed remodeling. I'm sick of people looking at me like I'm insane when I tell them I'm not ripping out my plaster to put up drywall, I'm stripping and refinishing all the woodwork instead of buying new, and I'm tearing out our Pergo floor in favor of the yellow pine underneath. Why, for so many people, is "old" synonomous with "bad"? I know that what we're doing is worthwhile, that someday our house will be beautiful, but I wish it didn't look so ugly to me today.