Not for the faint of heart.

Demolition of half of your house is not for the faint of heart.  It is tough on your sanity, your comfort and your marriage, if I’m real with you.  Picking contractors (or picking a different contractor than the one your spouse prefers…), making decisions, deciding how much money to spend and where to cut corners in your home.  The home where you live and have to stare at said decisions for years to come.  It’s quite a bit to take in.  And then there is the deadline of visitors on Labor Day Weekend.  Everything must be done by then! Gah.

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Scott was at a bachelor party last weekend.  Which meant I was alone with nothing but the studs of our house and no window treatments.  I met with contractors galore.  Electrician’s, dry wallers and flooring, oh my!

And then I was out of town for work the past few days.  Needless to say, this project has been a logistical spider web.  We’ve had to get ok with strangers coming into our home while we aren’t there.  And hoping that tape boxes on the wall properly communicate where we want the TV mounted.


When the electrician stopped by to get his check the other day, Prince greeted him like an old friend.  So there’s that.

But here’s the good news.  Demo is DONE.  As of 3:20 pm yesterday. And electrical is as done as it can be until the dry wall is up.  And the dry wall – yeah, its getting started on WEDNESDAY!  Like, in two days, people.

And living in a state of craziness continues to provide unforeseen marriage strengthening exercises.  Scott and I could win one of those marriage competition reality shows at this point.  For example: Fish your house key out of the debris-filled hole in the floor.  That is too narrow for either of your hands to fit in.  In under a minute so you don’t miss your train.  If you fail, your contractor can’t get into the house to do his work and then you will be behind schedule.  GO!   (We totally rocked that challenge – thank you, salad fork!)