Into the Remodel: Day 7

Sure. I say I’m going to journal more and then I make like a fart.

We “broke ground” a week ago. Suddenly the plans to finish the basement, which have been stalling out every year for the past seven, have grown legs. And wings. And a jet pack. Like “vrROOOOMMM, Bitchezz!!”

One day last week, I had the plumber, the furnace-r, an electrician, a furniture deliverer (we had ordered new recliners), and a furniture buyer (I sold an old recliner) show up basically at the same time.

Jackhammers were involved for a couple of days, one of which was a snow day so the kids and I were all cooped up in the master bedroom trying to escape the noise and vibrations. It was awesome.

No. No, it wasn’t.

It only took one week for Sparring Partner and I mutually decide that we will not finish our basement because obviously one of us is not on the same page as the other (Lord, have we ever been??). By Sunday evening, the plans were back on. I conceded and agreed that we do not need a dishwasher or an ice-maker for the basement bar. He conceded and agreed…to nothing.

Yet.

I am biding my time, rubbing my hands maniacally as I plot. I will get a goddamn broom closet even if I have to refer to it as a “Pantry” for the rest of my natural days and label it using a woodburning tool right onto the cabinet door, sohelpmegod!

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One thought on “Into the Remodel: Day 7”

  1. A dishwasher and an ice-maker? Um…I have to go with SP on that one. Surely he can schlep glasses and plates and ice back and forth. 🙂 I mean, now that he’s decided you don’t need them, that means he volunteered for transport duties, right?

    Building and remodeling are very hard on marriages. Like the time I said “Sure, if you want to be involved in building the house, go right ahead. But I’m not doing anything other than picking out paint colors and fixtures,” only to find myself manning the scrap wood burn pile and installing tray ceilings and insulation. Mostly I just brought lunch and made runs to Home Depot, though – it wasn’t so terrible.

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