The flooring company is doing their utmost best to keep dust at bay. I feel like the boy in the bubble or living in a zip-top bag.
On Wednesday when all this went up, I was caught off guard. I told them I needed access to food as Jacob and I were home. They left a zipper access to the kitchen but the island was sealed off on both sides before I could get any utensils. I gave up eating from home and ordered pizza, we ate in Jacob's bedroom. Thursday we all had a respite as I went to work and Jacob and Hope went to Brentwood for the day. Silly me I thought they would be done by Thursday. When I came home from work and it wasn't done I wanted to cry. Friday I was more prepared for life in a bubble. I packed up a cooler full of food and drinks knowing we would be trapped until their lunch break. Taking the dog out for a break was the only reason we needed to leave the bubble. I am crossing my fingers that they finish today.
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