Home renovations vs. coronavirus

Being stuck at home during a lockdown has inspired me to get projects done around our house that have been painfully ignored. This includes painting the recently installed drywall and putting up new mirrors above the vanity in our bathroom. During this new normal, both my S.O. of seven years and myself are working from home on a daily basis. At first I thought it was fun like a snow day, but inexplicably, everything he is doing is driving me insane. The amount I snap at him is increasing exponentially by the day. So last night when I asked him if he could finally hang the mirrors in the bathroom he hesitated, “Are you sure you want to do this together right now?” This was a valid question to ask after I demanded an hour earlier that he eat dinner at the opposite end of the house from me. But I’m stubborn and strong-willed, so of course I reply, “Yes! It will be fine!” One hour, one broken screw (because power tools are acceptable for cheap Target hardware), and three extra mistake holes in the wall later, my SO is slamming doors and tools around because my first reaction to one of the mistake holes being visible outside the frame of the mirror was “too negative”. I’m crying in the mirror because to avoid digging this hole deeper, I can’t add that it’s so fucking off-center I’m never going to be happy with it. We’ll probably survive coronavirus but we might not survive each other.