Yet Another Rock Bottom

 

At first I was trying to strip everything back around all the packing boxes as I thought I could get it done quickly and then unpack everything into nice clean rooms but I had underestimated how much time sanding all the skirting boards, picture rails and doors and frames would take. I ended up having to lug every box into my bedroom which made it feel horrible in there, when exhausted I really wanted a lovely luxourious bedroom to sink into after a day of labour but it was not to be, it was just a case of suffering it and thinking one day, one day I will have a lovely bedroom again.I still haven't yet but it will come.
There was no quick way to do sanding. I bought a little hand held sander but it couldn't get into the little noocks and cranies and there was nothing for it but to labouriously sand it all by hand. The amount of dust was unbelievable and my hands were red raw from the sandpaper. It takes self disipline to keep at it, its tedious boring work but now looking around at all the lovely white painted woodwork, it was so worth those weeks of toil. Initially though it was so depressing because I was making the condition of the house even worse. My children were pretty fed up, property developing wasn't their dream and they didn't have the experience to see how it was going to be eventually. I had done all of this 'stuff' before when they were little, when they didn't care about their enviroment as long as mummy and food were in the mix somewhere but two grumpy teenagers in all this mess and upheaval was no joke and there were several occasions when there were cross words when I came home to find piles of washing up in the sink and empty food cupboards after a long days work.
Nothing for it though but to keep plodding on and as the three month rental deadline loomed with still no deeds to be seen and no word from the sellers solicitor, the nightmare of what to do raised its ugly head once more. I didn't want to pay anymore rent, it was such a waste of money, six months down the line and I still didn't own Ambleside and I was being threatened by the estate agents with eviction if I didn't sign another three month lease. I sat down on the smelly floorboards in all the dust all alone and cried my heart out. This wasn't a better life, what the hell had I done.