The Hole an Electrician Makes. . .

The Ex and his BIL have removed most of the ceiling from my bathroom, but are going to finish replacing it this evening. I'm not sure if the light and fan will make it up tonight or will have to wait until tomorrow. (The square hole beyond the electrician hole is where the fan used to be.)

They are also going to finish the floor in the upstairs bathroom and put the toilet back in. (And there will be much rejoicing!)

Meanwhile, I am practicing deep breathing and hiding in my living room.

But at least I am home.

Angry

I am angry tonight.

I can live with the fact that there are holes in my ceiling.

I can cope with the fact that there are no lights in my bathroom.

I can even deal with the fact that there is still only one working toilet in the house.

What I'm angry about is my definite impression that no one who has been working in my house the last few days -- not the plumber, her assistant, my Ex-husband, or his brother-in-law -- seems to have paid more than cursory attention to the fact that someone lives here.

No drop cloths were spread. Nothing was covered to protect it from the dust of ground sheetrock. There are tools stacked around seemingly at random. Thick coats of dust are everywhere. There are bags of debris in various places.

They shut the door to the bedroom after they worked there. They left my living room door shut. They left the yellow room door shut. My Ex moved the piles of old pipe from where the plumber had dumped them in my stairway.

They did take down a couple of pictures. They did move a few things. But overall, they just have acted like this was a construction site, not my home.

And tonight, I am furiously angry, and I don't know what to do with it. Lashing out at the Ex and his BIL at this time of night, when they've been working hard all day doesn't seem like a constructive act, not when I've been in and out of the house over the past three days, and not said anything. I guess I was somehwat in denial.

My daughter is really stressed out, and this dust isn't doing anything for her allergies.

I want to be at peace in my own home.

And even as I write that, I think about how many people in this world are homeless, or whose homes are threatened by far worse than an improvement project run amuck, or have greater reason to feel anger than dust everywhere.

But I am still angry.