Everybody in da house

I don't know if there's such a song title, but surely this phrase appears in a bunch of them.
At the moment the house where my boyfriend lives is being renovated, meaning that he and his two brothers, the girlfriend of one of his brothers, and occasionally me are doing it. Two friends from the band we all play in also came and helped. The original problem was that the house was very wet and smelly, so they had to pull down the daub, and let it dry for weeks, actually it was two or three months.
Now they have to put on a new daub, two layers actually, then put on filler, then burnish it, and paint it. In addition, we have milled the paint on all the doors and door frames, and we will have to repaint it in two layers. Us girls do the minor jobs, such as sweeping and mopping the floor, bringing beer to the guys, and painting the doors. Their father's main contribution is providing lunch, which is a big task for so many people after all, but other than that he is sitting in his room, playing on the computer, and occasionally pops up somewhere to take photos or step into things that he shouldn't.
I don't know if you've ever tried DIY renovation; we've done it a lot with my Mom, who is an architect and likes to apply her knowledge on each and every house we move into. I wouldn't say it's an easy thing. None of us is a builder. The coordinator of the job, the youngest brother of my boyfriend, watched videos of dubbing on the Net in order to acquire the proper technique. Funny thing, the 21st century is. I wonder how they have the courage to DIY. I was scared of painting the first layer on the door frames even, although they say it cannot be done in a wrong way, plus who will ever see it?
Renovation also has its good side, for example, all the boys are forced to sleep with their girlfriend because the house is unaccomodatable. So I've been sleeping with my boyfriend for about a week now, but it isn't so much fun because we are sleeping in the lounge, and all the other members of the family go to work at different times, and they all literally walk over us. Plus all the windows are open, and I've discovered that our immediate environment is full of lunatic dogs who keep barking for no reason. In addition, I've also discovered that my boyfriend can snore.
The real good part of this process is being a part of it. It's just so good to be all together and contribute. And sit at the table with seven or how many people, like in an Italian movie. And I haven't had a row with anyone so far, which is somewhat out of the ordinary in my previous renovating experience.
I wonder how long they are going to enjoy the house, though, because all of the guys are planning to move out within one or two years. The good thing is, they will know how to DIY their future homes.