I’d say that so far we have been pretty lucky on our home projects. You know how on EVERY episode of “Love It or List It” there is a major problem uncovered in the midst of demo? Well that hasn’t happened to us. (Except for the one time there were extension cords in the ceiling.)
I sort of opened a can of worms over the weekend. Not in the sense of uncovering issues like termite damage. More along the lines of “I didn’t realize how much work this was going to be.”
We have established that sometimes I don’t think things though all the way. Peyote Tent should jog your memory…
For those of you who are new to these parts, we had a Sunday lesson a few weeks ago, where we tore out a half wall between our living room and dining room. Then I told you all about our plans to make it open concept.
Chapter One: Home Alone & Antsy Are A Bad Combo
It was a Saturday morning. I had been busting my chops with schoolwork and studying all week long. Working full time and studying in the remainder of the time was taking a toll on my sanity. I missed my one true love: DIY. The hour was 11 o’clock in the morning, and Orchestra Rehearsal was dismissed. My spouse was away at the office working on a major site redesign. The voice in my head began to say sweet things to me like “You know enough about demo to do it on your own.” And, “You deserve a break from studying.” And of course, “You are the most beautiful girl in the room.” After agreeing with my subconscious that I was a fierce tiger, it was only a matter of minutes that I had the furniture buttoned up…
…And the pantry and closet emptied.
Chapter Two: Girls Can Do Work & Kick Holes In Walls Too
There I was, by myself in leggings, running shoes, and a workout shirt. I was feeling quite confident in my fitness ability since I have been running daily. Feats of strength include: losing 26 lbs so far (can I get an amen?!), beating Matt in an Indian Leg Wrestle, and being able to roundhouse kick Aaron’s armpit. So naturally, the only logical way of knocking out drywall is to karate kick it. I highly suggest this method. You will feel better than you have ever felt after putting your foot through a wall.
Unfortunately I was too busy feeling like Jackie Chan to take pictures of my foot holes. But when my leg was tired, I picked up my kenz-hammer and started regulating.
Chapter Three: He’s Eventually Going To Come Home
And when he does, he will see this:
I would hate being married to me.
Good thing he likes demo too. It was amazing to me how much faster it went once he was home.
And then Karl came home. And before I knew it, we were this far:
Chapter Four: Sweeping Twice Isn’t Enough, and Neither Is Mopping Thrice
12 hours later, and the hour was 11 o’clock in the night. No matter how much you sweep and mop, there is still the finest layer of dust that is glued to the floor like glitter to the carpet in a kindergarten class making Christmas crafts.
But the sun comes up, and we’re one step closer to our plan.
Chapter Five: Where Has All The Food Gone?
You chumps didn’t know we had cold storage at the bottom of the stairs under the garage, did you?! Well, we do. And it’s our new pantry for the time being.
To Be Continued
I would like to tell you this is the whole story from this weekend, however, it’s not. There is an entire Part II with an emphasis on the “I would hate being married to me” side.
Make me feel better by telling me of a time you bit off more than you could chew. 🙂