Today I told Sicily, after a morning full of cursing from both of us, that the next person to let obscenities fly would be supplying the build with gluten-free cupcakes later in the day.
There is something about building with family, and building with teenagers is worse. They roll their eyes audibly. They make huffy noises that they insist they don't make. They are spacy and then they get pissed when you don't tune in to every single word they say.
Side note: I have heard EVERY SINGLE WORD out of Sicily's mouth except for literally a handful where I just couldn't take it anymore and I tuned out as self-defense. On the other hand, Dane mastered the ability to tune out, and Sicily seemed none-the-wiser. Sigh.
It doesn't help that we are under a firm deadline. A public deadline. So stress magnifies every little disagreement or confusion. And if we had more time, or had planned better, we would have been able to mock up the very complicated stairs we are planning. So there's that. And our lovely tiny house is turning into a very expensive tiny house; the original plan was to use reclaimed and salvaged pretty much everything, but, alas, the time factor again.
And then there is the weather. Rain? Double-plus ungood.
But progress was made today. We have lights and a ceiling fan. We have a plan for the kitchen, and most of the supplies we need to make it happen. We have superglue (seriously. We needed some). I have the ingredients for pimento cheese. Sicily made pancakes tonight for Pancake Day. I am sitting in Couch Hole, watching syndicated episodes of Modern Family (which is, appropriately enough, about home improvement) and the Awful News of the World.
One single picture from today; the others show Sicily looking at me, very pissed because I just yelled at her for putting a lock on her phone AGAIN. So that one wasn't going to make it to press. Here she is, making the base for the cabinets.
Oh, and in very sad news, the bakery was out of gluten-free cupcakes, so we will be putting that off until Friday. Tragic. #FirstWorldProblems