Well, I think I have completely lost my mind. We started a significant home renovation project yesterday. Findley loves a project. I do not. I am lazier than he is. I am more than happy to sit on the couch and read a book while he works his way down his 'to do' list. Even before we had kids, we had very different ideas of what relaxation looked like. I have been putting this renovation off since we bought our house three and a half years ago. We knew then that one of the bathrooms was rotten down to the subfloor. I quit showering in it when I was pregnant with Eliza because I was afraid of crashing through to the basement and terrifying the firemen who responded to the call about the naked, pregnant lady stuck in her basement.
It is time.
In addition to gutting the rotten bathroom, we are also putting in a wheelchair accessible shower, widening some doorways, and painting the whole downstairs. The interior of our house is currently beige and gray. I know it is a super chic color combo, but I am not super chic. I am tired of beige and tired of gray. I am banishing darkness from our house and can't wait to see the difference Dove White walls make.
I will say there is a bit more dust than I anticipated. Honestly, if Virginia didn't have trouble sleeping, we would all move upstairs. The contractor promised they would be done with everything but the bathrooms by Thanksgiving. Hmmmmmm.....I will let you see the pictures before you decide if you agree with the statement.
I was going to keep a renovation journal just for fun, but decided I like our contractor too much to do that. But if I were keeping one, this is what it would have looked like this morning.
7:00 We are all up and dressed because workers told me they would be here at 7 to continue the demolition phase of the project.
7:05 Workers pull up in front of house
7:15 Findley decides they must be waiting for us to invite them in. Goes to the front porch and waves, motioning them into the house. They remain in their cars.
7:55 Workers enter house and begin tearing out tile in the bathrooms room.
8:15 Tell me they are going to get coffee. Seriously.
9:50 Return from coffee break. Seriously.
10:00 Supervisor tells me he needs to show me something. Apparently, the pipes in one of the shower walls are not where they thought they were.
Supervisor: We are going to have to reroute the pipes. We'll need the HVAC guy and the plumber.
Me: Ok. Not that I don't appreciate the work that you are doing, but why are you telling me this? I don't understand the complexities of plumbing a roll-in shower. Please just do it however it needs to be done.
Supervisor: Oh. I am telling you this because it is going to cost you more money.
Me: Oh. Got it. Thanks.
And it was only 10 a.m.
Here are some pictures of what we are living in right now.