Christmas Miracle/ Nightmare

All depends how you look at it. I know most people think I'm insane, and I very well might be, because this scene- a day before Christmas Eve- makes me really happy.   The normal person would be stroking out I'm sure:  We just kind of jumped in and demolished our house. It a f*cking mess, not gonna lie. But its cool, because I have been waiting for over three years for it to happen. And when my husband happens to say "lets knock down some walls, I have a few days off"- I go with it.  Remember, it took over two and half years for him just to be OK with my  painting the kitchen cabinets.  So I grab these moments by the horns. Its in the blood.  My kids want hammers for Christmas.  And they want to have a company where they just demo stuff- no fixing.
I spy a Christmas tree from my kitchen.
 The bar area yesterday (we managed to salvage a good deal of the built ins and all the antiqued mirror inside): Bar area today:  View from the family/dining area yesterday:  Today:
 Its was a family affair.   My Dad came by to lend a hand and teach Thomas how to smash stuff: It is all cleaned up and pulled back to "livable" again. Now we wait for the electricians and plumber to clean up the wires/heating mess. And then the fun really begins!  I won't bore you with the details since nothing is set in stone. We had a plan, but have already tweaked and changed a few things now that we really have a sense of the open space.   
This is all a Christmas miracle in my opinion.
Have a very Merry Christmas, I am off to happily dust my tree!