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Jan. 18th, 2024 09:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreSo, we're getting the floors redone in our house this week. We decided it would be better to stay in a nearby hotel while the work was being done, rather than stay in our house with torn up floor and no furniture and dust everywhere.
And it's fine? Like, the hotel room is perfectly nice and has a kitchenette so we can (sort of) cook and we're all doing our best to give each other space. But it's also mildly awful - there's all kinds of tiny inconveniences and changes to routine that sound like such stupid things to be upset about if you name them individually, but they all add up to a constant low-level scraping of the nerves. It's a constant simmering of "I feel miserable" that you can't even really complain about, because the causes of that misery are so stupid and the people you live with are a) also miserable and b) the thing that is making you miserable in a way that absolutely isn't their fault and c) being made miserable by you as well.
And now, of course, we find out that the floors will likely not be done on schedule, so we'll have to stay in the hotel for another day. And Mom is proposing that, well, we need to repaint the downstairs as well and all the furniture is already out of the day - why not try to get that done immediately after the floors are finished? We'd stay in the house for that, but it means another week of strangers constantly around, another week of disrupted routine, another week of tiny stupid inconveniences.
I'm going to bury myself in the backyard and become a mushroom.
And it's fine? Like, the hotel room is perfectly nice and has a kitchenette so we can (sort of) cook and we're all doing our best to give each other space. But it's also mildly awful - there's all kinds of tiny inconveniences and changes to routine that sound like such stupid things to be upset about if you name them individually, but they all add up to a constant low-level scraping of the nerves. It's a constant simmering of "I feel miserable" that you can't even really complain about, because the causes of that misery are so stupid and the people you live with are a) also miserable and b) the thing that is making you miserable in a way that absolutely isn't their fault and c) being made miserable by you as well.
And now, of course, we find out that the floors will likely not be done on schedule, so we'll have to stay in the hotel for another day. And Mom is proposing that, well, we need to repaint the downstairs as well and all the furniture is already out of the day - why not try to get that done immediately after the floors are finished? We'd stay in the house for that, but it means another week of strangers constantly around, another week of disrupted routine, another week of tiny stupid inconveniences.
I'm going to bury myself in the backyard and become a mushroom.
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Date: 2024-01-19 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-19 08:44 pm (UTC)However:
>I'm going to bury myself in the backyard and become a mushroom.
I am going to think about this sentence for a week. I very much sympathize.