Be careful what you wish for . . .

Remember a couple months ago, right after the "rescue crew" came and made holes in the floors, walls, and ceilings that I said "I know this will get a lot worse before it gets better." Well, it did. I came home to this:

You notice we have approximately 6 inches of usable stairs. Try racing a dog up those while carrying your purse, a shopping bag, a lunch bag, the mail, and your knitting.

Then when you get to the top, you just want to relax in your nice living room:

Except you can't because the repair people have been there today. And they've moved all the furniture to the middle and encased it in plastic.

After they were through with that, they piled up all the leftover drywall and new carpet pad in what usable space was left. Notice they even covered the sliding door in plastic? The dog is VERY confused by that.

Look what they did to the kitchen today:

I dare you to get a cup of morning coffee after these guys have been in your house. If it wasn't for Iron Mutt Coffee, I wouldn't make it to work in the morning.

These guys apparently have more than enough plastic, tape, and paper, with which to completely encase every bloody thing in the house. The one thing they apparently don't have?

A broom! That white crap on the floor is drywall dust. (Pay no attention to that white thing on the right, it's just the camera strap; Tool Man decided to take the pictures tonight.)

Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.