Construction Zone

I’m currently being serenaded by hammering from my mom’s bedroom upstairs. They're still working on that bathroom. You know, the one that was supposed to be done last month.

Well, two months ago, actually.

It's taking way too long to build a small, simple bathroom.

Way. Too. Long.

At first, it was kind of exciting.

Seeing the framework and everything being built, the smell of fresh glue and sawdust marking progress. I'd come home from school, racing upstairs to see what had been changed that day. 

Now it's just being dragged on, thanks to endless miscommunication, as the unsaid words "almost finished" haunt us.

But what else can you expect from a construction company? Or any company really.

It's weird hearing so much violent noise, knowing that disaster hasn't struck. Usually that kind of chaos means the cats broke something. Again.

But I'm also wondering what they could possibly be doing to make carpeting sound like murder, because whatever it is, it's giving me a headache.

Now my mom’s talking to someone at the door. Could be another construction guy, could be someone trying to sell her crap we don’t need. 

Hard to say.

But it’s been a minute, so it’s probably not a salesman. We shut them down pretty quick.

Ack, this damn noise is invading my thoughts! 

"Hey, I'm tryin' to write over here!" I wish I could say.

Maybe when all the banging stops, I'll be able to think straight again. Or maybe I’ll just miss the chaos.

I guess it's easy to overlook what's being built when it's all dust and noise. Either way, this house is under construction, and maybe I am too.