It could always be worse.
Back in September, my inlaws came over to paint the nursery for use while my husband and I were in the States for my baby shower. The room had this paneling on the window wall and being curious, my MIL pulled back the paneling to see what was behind it. (We just used this third bedroom as storage so nothing had been done to the room since we moved in.) All of a sudden, wasps started pouring out from the wall where she had pulled back the paneling. We were told it was something like out of a horror movie. To make a ridiculously long story short, the wall was extremely damaged from the wasps and the windows (which were 50+ years old) had left a ton of rot in the walls. We had an inspector come to the house to see if there were more living things in the walls - and through that process, my husband took off more drywall in other rooms of the house to find that there was even more rot. So....construction began.
The plan had been to remove all outside walls and replace the windows as well put in new insulation and drywall. Our bathroom (our only bathroom) was a nightmare - it was incredibly ugly with pink fixtures and the ugliest floral tile you've ever seen. But the bad thing was there was a mold problem. So that needed gutted. And, the kitchen got gutted too because when they pulled off the outside walls, they realized the floor joists were rotten and needed replaced. The cupboards splintered as they tried to remove them and had to be thrown away.
So through all of this, my husband and I had to move out of the house. And in with my inlaws. And of course, we brought our three dogs. Right now there are seven people living in one tiny place and soon we'll be bringing our new LO here. It's one incredibly hard process to not be nesting in my own home - with my own stuff. It's been so hard not being able to decorate a nursery (I've been dreaming about doing it since day one!). And it's been hard to just go through the last bit of my pregnancy with so many people around. They do things so differently than I do in my home and it's been a hard adjustment. If I don't make dinner, there isn't any and that can be pretty frustrating cooking for 7+ people. (There are often guests over.) And can I just say that I'm DREADING going through post partum care and learning to breastfeed in the same house as my FIL and BIL. Ugh.
We're all doing our best to make a good situation out of one that I don't think many of us want to be in. But I admit, it's really tough. This is our first baby and never in my life would I have dreamed that this would be my reality. I normally have a fantastic relationship with my inlaws but living with them for the last 2 and a half months has been hard. My MIL has been soooo naggy. Not with me but with everyone else - including my husband. And it's incredibly grating on my nerves to hear her nag about every.little.thing.
One SIL gave up her large bedroom for my DH and I and I've been able to organize LO's things and had a bit of a chance to "nest". Goodness knows how long this situation will last or how long we'll be living here for. There is so much to do to the house before we can possibly move back in. Even now there are huge gaping holes covered by tarps where new chipboard has to go before the house can even get sheeted. It's a mess. So please be thankful that you aren't living with your inlaws.
Here are a couple photos:
Wasp damage in the nursery.
Outside At Night
Thanks for listening to my rant/vent. I just needed to get that off my chest. I really appreciate it!