Our holiday disaster happened last year. My mother-in-law had moved into an assisted living facility, so we had to get her Salt Lake City condo in shape to sell. That meant renovating during the week of Christmas.
With so much work to be done, we ended up working on Christmas Day—after sleeping on the living room floor surrounded by boxes and boxes of unassembled IKEA cabinetry. We hadn't gone grocery shopping, so our holiday meal was a bucket of chicken from KFC, the only place open for dinner on Christmas day. I think I may have cried.
So here we are a year later, in the process of building a house, and all we want for Christmas is a roof. However, this year we'll probably take a couple days off from building.
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