I’m In Renovation Hell Folks and It’s Making Me Cranky!
The Hagen household looks like the Tasmanian Devil himself wreaked havoc with our otherwise orderly world. Our spacious entryway is overladen with underlayment, Pergo flooring, tools, paint, blinds, shipping materials, and packing materials leaving my house a cluttered mess.
We decided to upgrade our bathroom. We’re not changing the tub or shower, just the paint, the vanity, mirror, and new flooring. No sweat right? WRONG!
When the hubby removed the mirror, it left twelve ripped up areas in the drywall that I had to fix. So I did it. Did all the sanding, which is a job I hate. There’s nothing worse than that compound dust on your skin and bonus, it coated everything in our bedroom too.
We have a border along the top of the wall that we chose to leave. We put up tape to protect it and chose our wall color based on the colors in the border. After painting the ceiling, I took off the first section of tape to have the border rip right off. Not neatly mind you. This meant my husband had to take hours wetting the border and scraping it off. I then had to mud all that drywall too, which meant more sanding. I finally managed to get paint on the wall.
This brings us to flooring. Just the hubby and I.
This means a lot of sighing, griping and swearing at each other. What is it about flooring anyway? It’s always the first few pieces and the decision of where to start and how to go about it that takes hours. By the time you’ve figured it out, it’s time to stop for the night because, you know, we’re doing this when the hubby gets home from work every day.
What’s worse is our one project turned into two. The hubby mentioned changing our bedroom flooring so were doing that too…at the same time. Don’t do this folks! Now, I had a weak moment. We talked about flooring for our bedroom two years ago and never did it and I wanted it bad!
So here I am, writing to you all from my writing chair sitting on the exposed subfloor, covered in drywall dust. I have to go upstairs to use the bathroom. And bonus, all of a sudden my bladder has decided to wake me up at 2 a.m. each night since the toilet was removed.
My hubby and I jokingly have begun referring to each other as Bitch and Asshat as we make slow progress. Before, I wanted a new vanity with massive storage and a gorgeous new floor that doesn’t bother my allergies. Now I would just settle for a working toilet off of our bedroom again.