Down a kitchen. Now down a master bath. We were sleeping on the couch - literally all three of us - but Nate couldn't take it anymore and we slept in the beds last night. Captain is fine, but I get worried there is still a lot of dust from the master bath demo to sleep in our bedroom.
The pod is officially in the way of the contractors, which we unpacked yesterday and scheduled for pick up. Meaning all these boxes are now living in what should be the kitchen. Two hours of moving the pod out caused me to rethink my plan of waiting on going through all of it for Goodwill - so I'm doing that slowly, wondering where all this came from, and why I kept it. I guess having cabinets and storage allows you to just stash it in a corner and forget about it.
I'm proud that so far Nate and I don't want to kill each other, that our family is pretty flexible and that we're hippie enough to deal through this - but not too hippie - living in chaos gives me anxiety at some point every day.