you say improvement, I say insanity (let's call the whole thing off)
For the past seven years (give or take two weeks) my kitchen has looked . . . fine. Ish. Sort of.
Funny what a difference paint can make.
SO. MUCH. BETTER.
The cost of all this pristine beauty, however, is my sanity. My house is in complete chaos. COMPLETE! CHAOS!!!
Oh, you're saying, that's not so bad. Really? REALLY?!?
I want my family room back. RIGHT NOW.
I greeted Wade at the door last night by announcing "Remember how I said, oh, I could live through a remodel? I WAS WRONG." This week of extra people in my house and furniture in all the wrong places and dirt EVERYWHERE is significantly more stressful than I imagined it would be. The painters are terrific--hard working and polite and really good at what they do--but my house is a gigantic mess and I can't stand it.
Today was both the high and the low point. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is pristine and white and beautiful, but I can't find anything in the house and I don't know how I'm going to get the boys breakfast in the morning or make their lunches or NOT GO INSANE IN THE NEXT TWO DAYS.
The only thing keeping me going is this:
Yeah baby. Game on.
Funny what a difference paint can make.
SO. MUCH. BETTER.
The cost of all this pristine beauty, however, is my sanity. My house is in complete chaos. COMPLETE! CHAOS!!!
Oh, you're saying, that's not so bad. Really? REALLY?!?
I want my family room back. RIGHT NOW.
I greeted Wade at the door last night by announcing "Remember how I said, oh, I could live through a remodel? I WAS WRONG." This week of extra people in my house and furniture in all the wrong places and dirt EVERYWHERE is significantly more stressful than I imagined it would be. The painters are terrific--hard working and polite and really good at what they do--but my house is a gigantic mess and I can't stand it.
Today was both the high and the low point. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is pristine and white and beautiful, but I can't find anything in the house and I don't know how I'm going to get the boys breakfast in the morning or make their lunches or NOT GO INSANE IN THE NEXT TWO DAYS.
The only thing keeping me going is this:
Yeah baby. Game on.
9 Comments:
Woohoo! House for sale!
Bagels & coffee for breakfast! Every morning until there's no more remodel. (You know, because the boys are ready for school with so much extra time that you can enjoy a leisurely breakfast out.)
Your kitchen looks so new and white. I am jealous - even though, I would not want to live through a remodel either.
We had been talking about buying a house that needed remodeling, and I kept saying, IT'S NOT LIKE I COOK! WE COULD TOTALLY REMODEL THE KITCHEN!
No, we couldn't. No.
Oh honey.
If I was anywhere near your neck of the woods I would drop by and bring popcorn and insist you sit down, because the only way to get through a remodel? Is to sit and make it a movie, with strangers tromping through your things and flinging paint everywhere.
When Journeymen Attack? No?
It's happening - you'll get through it! You will! Looking good. Melissa is right - the children love consistency! Coffee! Bagels! Easy!
Deep breathing - you're nearly done.
Paint does change everything.
Think on that a while, and it'll all be over soon.
Looks like day has broken over there. Hooray, you can find your coffee maker again. No more excuses to go to Starbucks and spend 3.50 on a latte.
Glad you're almost finished. Doing a home buyer rain dance for you over here.
Yup, that is about right.
Yay!!! I hope yours sells as fast as my did. Sell! Sell! Sell! Also, once the remodel is over, your place will be even more of a disaster with all the boxes and packing and mayhem.
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