Even with all the windows thrown open and battery-powered fans going, the outside air was cooler than the inside—and it was 111 degrees outside. This went on for four weeks, until we passed our wiring inspection and could run the central air-conditioning. We didn't have the kitchen done for nine more months, but we didn't care. Washing dishes in the tub was no big deal after that misery.
That's not to say life was suddenly comfortable. It had been a while since I'd lived through a remodel. But after spending a few months in our own dusty, noisy, chaotic construction site, with all our belongings boxed up, I have a lot more empathy for our clients.