From my own remodeling experience, I can totally relate to everything Redneck Mommy’s saying in her post. Here’s a tiny bit:

This is what happens when I have a dream. Or a delusion. A vision of
a perfect kitchen. All it took was fifteen hundred smackers on a few
pieces of cabinet trim, a henpecked husband, some patience and an iron
will.

Sure, the hubs and I will probably murder each other before he goes
back to work. Sure, we have neglected the kids and fed them cereal
while we farted around with measurements and tools and argued with one
another while our kids rotted their brains out playing video games.

Oh, I can relate. How I can relate. Several months ago, I decided I couldn’t handle the funky builder-grade carpet in our living room anymore and I bought laminate flooring. 3 weeks later, all the laminate flooring was laid down. Six MONTHS later, it’s still not finished. Mr. Ivy has totally failed to install the edging and floor transitions. And can I get him to do it? No, of course not. Not reminders that friends from high school were coming to visit this past weekend. Not reminders that my best friend is coming next weekend. Not even the spectre of his mother coming to visit the weekend after that can get him to finish this project.

Alas, I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. I tremble at the thought of using the circular saw. We shall see.