Things seem to get worse before getting better

Have you ever noticed that sometimes life is like our back bedroom. It becomes this total mess that you don't even want to live with, so in order for it to get better it gets worse first. We could have left the back room like it was and not been so judgemental. I mean after all, just because the floor bounced, there was no insulation, the wiring and plumbing was bad, the framing was laughable and there were a few unwanted guest living within the walls, that is no reason to not appreciate the character of the room that is present, right? Actually it was enough to send our backroom to rehab. It went through some shakes and feverish nights but now our back room is in much better shape.
The first coat of mud