I have a lot of questions.
WHERE has the last couple of weeks gone?
Why did I not put an update up last week?
How and why do these married renovation couples on TV choose this life?
SO....For those of you that saw my Facebook post of choosing the wrong sweatshirt for my son's highschool.....I want you to imagine the stress of placing thousands of dollars worth of materials order for a home that you're afraid to measure. So yeah. There's that. Will can have it. I'm at a heightened state of feeling overwhelmed. Trying new tools out, getting dramatic...wiping, plastering, sanding, painting, rinse and repeat. EVERY. DAY. Not so secretly, I really do love the hard labor.
OK. So here's where we're at. The boys let out crazy amounts of frustration that first week and knocked down the wall in between the kitchen and the dining room. It looks fantastic. Game Changer for sure. I've pulled staples, prepped the walls and we are tearing up the boys rooms because my Pinteresting is currently out of control. Surely these rooms won't turn out like my blobby face cupcakes. I'm confident.
Things that are happening:
- Using these insane tools that could cut through bone while standing on a ladder only to discover the board and major piece of ceiling I'm cutting were held up by one nail. It ALL came crashing down. Awesome. While Will does not agree; we could have for sure died.
- Carrying heavy ass sheetrock boards over to the dumpster with Will as he suddenly drops it, snapping my neck hard left. While I appreciate a good adjustment- I prefer mine from a professional. While Will does not agree; I could have for sure died.
- I ordered A LOT of sample stick paint samples. Will's colorblindness and my indecisiveness is not playing well in this area. I'm sure it will be fine. Will's exact words when I pointed to the samples- I like that one (basically the lightest shade of grey) Yeah, me too, but what about the one on the left? Will: There's one on the left? Me:😐
So while this particular scenario does not involve physical death, I will die an emotional death daily if I have to look at the wrong color every day. Ok. That went too far...just ignore that I said that. - Three bedrooms and half the upper hallway are primed. Will: So did you order the paint.....Me: um.......(me), still staring indecisively at the paint stick on's...... thinking that we really need to work on our communication.
- Thankful to my dad for knocking out priming the walls and painting the most hated of projects...the ceiling. Taking one for the team.
- Orthopedic appointment for my hand is now scheduled because apparently my body can't hang.
- Stanley Steamer, Plumber and Kitchen specialist came in and I am GEEKING out. Not about the cleaned HVAC ...but the kitchen. GAH. Renderings up and coming hopefully next week.
- APPPLIANCES ORDERED. (fingers crossed)
- Kitchen floor pried up and gutted.
OK. Enough chit chat -Here's some pictures.
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| EW. I do not know exactly what this all means- but I can't think it's good. |
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| Are we having a breakthrough?...ummmmmm |
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yeah.not keeping.
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| nailed it. |
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| Get. It. Out. |
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| Everything must go. |
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| Boy of Mass Destruction |
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| Open!! |
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| Not dramatic. That huge piece that could have killed us..held up by one nail. |
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| This floor was ridiculous. |
