I'm into my 5th week of being stuck in male mode. I feel like I should be chalking the days on the wall!
The only time I can be me is in the bath when I can spend time shaving my legs and pits, applying lotions and moisturisers and generally pampering myself before emerging back into male prison.
I can see my bedroom being finished in a couple of weeks, then I need my kitchen installed or at least some function to it and I can move in. I'm tempted to move in as soon as my bedroom is done and just go round to my folks for meals or eat out. I'm climbing the walls here. My whole life is on hold.
At least I'm not falling into depression like I was before. It is just massively frustrating.