I got a much-needed respite tonight. I went and touched up the paint in the kitchen, but after that we went and had some beers (or double rum and cokes as it were) with some friends.
For what it's worth, I finished the kitchen tonight (but only after OCD E went through it. He is very......um.....meticulous.)
(And by that I mean obsessive. He finally started to admit his crazy behavior last night. I think it's progress.)
Tomorrow, I start packing. We have one week to move. And my mantra remains-- "whatever shit happens, it's all worth it."