progress-or lack of

I know I should be grateful that I even have a home, with a fantasticly big backyard, and a a garage and a drive way and a play room, and that my street is paved.  I should be grateful that I have a husband with a job and beautiful kids and that I get to be a stay at home mom. I should be grateful that we were able to get this house and that we can afford to have people fix it up for us. With that last thing being said, I think if it were not for that I'd have run away... although even in the current state with our conditions, the consideration of running away is a daily thought.

Here is how things go:

Supposed to close on the 15th, closed on the 18th. (sure i've shared this point)
Dry wall guy did not get my list, he came back and fixed some stuff, the rest I let go.
Painter decided to come a few days later than expected, I decided to wash my hands of any sort of time line and felt much better.  He also gave me a good quote on the cabinets, and we are having them done. Original time line for the paint: 1 week.  Reality: we are on week #3. 
Spent over $100 clearing trash from the previous renters, still have more green waste to dump. I am working on my garden area and will relax when it is just pretty, or even sort of pretty dirt. I say one day with my dad should do the job, but I'm doing as much as I can on my own, which included chopping down rose bushes. I hate roses.

Painter said he would start my cabinets on Monday, so I frantically got things ready, reserving the removal of the doors until last.  He never showed on Monday, I think I would have remembered had he told me. So here I am, contents exposed to the baby, and now have wooden spoons in my garden and have lived an extra day of chaos for nothing.  I yelled at my kids a bunch and have sworn (not loud enough for people to hear) a number of times I cannot even count.

Carpet.  We did something special.  I paid for it, but asked not to have it shipped until we closed.  The saleswoman seemed OK and as if it were not a big deal.  This way I could cancel the order if things did not go well at closing and we lost the house.  Well, I after it closed I gave her the go ahead to ship.  For some reason she and the installer thought it would be fine to have it arrive the day it would be installed (after the paint was done...after that week of painting initally).  OK..fine. I was planning to store it in the garage and even reserved a place.  So, the week it is to arrive.  Phone call.  Carpet delay.  Paper work problem.  One week.  We had already decided we were fine with living minimally for a few days..a little over a week.  One more week.  I can handle.  The next day.  Call.  Another delay.  2 weeks of delay.  We will be in our house an entire month before the carpet is complete!  I am frustrated.  I did not pack the shop and garage for a month stay without my things.  My kids are at ends, I like order and clean.  I love clean.  Jake is not nice.  He rarely is, but even more contentious with the situation. Mikah continually goes through the baskets of folded laundry where our clothes live and pulls it all out all over the floor. Her pack and play smells like pee.  I wake up mad and frustrated and go to sleep mad and frustrated. 

Reguardless of the unideal circumstances, Mikah is a hard age to do anything.  I live for nap times to get something really done.  And then I think by the time they all go to bed I can have more un interupted time to work...but by then I have NOTHING left. 
Give me a few more weeks.  We will see what happens.