Crazy Mother Aside #1: The Dust, the Dust!

Call it hormones, but if someone made some sort of pact with me: I had to commit a crime, for instance, in exchange for their promise to whisk away the construction dust FROM EVERY ROOM IN OUR HOUSE AND POSSIBLY FROM EVERY ITEM, and while they were at it, they would complete our entire kitchen renovation THAT HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN, well, needless to say I'd likely be at their beck and call.

I might need to turn to a sovereign nation for this.

Home as refuge? HA.