There are times when I lose patience...this is one of those times. Yes we have running water and a working dishwasher and things are cleaned way up, but the tile isn't done, the toe kicks aren't on, those damn doors aren't on because we lost the screws, and many more other "little" things.
Somehow it was easier for me to be patient when we had no walls and I was working my butt off every weekend to get to that point. I am really at my worst when there is nothing I can do and Steve is doing the bulk of the work. I become (to use the hated word)...a bit of a nag.
I just can't seem to help myself. I'll ask him the fated question, "What are we doing this weekend?" (Because, like I said finish carpentry work is Steve's expertise not mine and I therefore revert to "helper")
Steve rationally and coolly says, "Finish that small countertop area, sand the brackets, and raise the dishwasher. That's probably about it."
I think to myself with eyes bulging, "Oh-my-God-I-can't-take-much-more-of-this-waiting-on-minutae!!! Can't you work faster? Can't you do more? and faster please much faster!! We're never going to finish!"
I say to him knowing full well I am contributing to my own folly, "But what about the missing plynth blocks?"
"...and the missing toe kicks?"
"...and the missing tile...?"
It's at this point that Steve gets annoyed at me and I won't bore everyone with all the details, but it's no fun for him or me. You see, there's a reason why they say remodeling breaks up marriages. It gives you a chance to see your sig other at their worst and best.
Maybe I can sand the back door this weekend and feel like I am making some progress. That might help. I feel a little better after writing this post too.