I can empathize 100% and then some. Our home has been a building site for a year. The stairwell to our basement is in ruins as we wait for our own particular Carl to have a free weekend or ten to dedicate to the redoing of it. The kitchen has unfinished bits and pieces of tiling and carpentry. The garden walks and the drive are crunched disasters where the big machinery crushed them during the renovating.(Outside work *might* be done in the spring.) Not one single room has all its paint.

Oh...and the ceiling leaks over the front door due to faulty masonry above it.

You have all my most heartfelt sym/empathy.

I take it Carl is a rather hefty gentleman?