So basically I’m sick and pregnant, Carl is smack in the middle of his busiest time of year, and we totally thought it was a good idea to buy a fixer upper 9 days before we have to be out of our apartment.
We are foolish.
Fortunately, we have a lot of amazing family and friends who are chipping in with the painting and cabinet rehanging, and we have an in with a great contractor for the stuff we can’t do (like put in a toilet that works. That’s sort of key), but…
I will not be redoing a house on the cusp of a third trimester again.
Wish I had some pictures to post, though. The study is painted and once Carl rehangs the closet doors, we can scratch that room off the list (kidding. Actually it needs shoe trim around the whole perimeter and one of the window casings is kind of gouged up and needs to be replaced).
The nursery would have been painted, except there are these weird blue dots (like ink) that have bled through 3 coats of primer and paint. So now we need to buy this expensive special primer that’s supposed to keep decomposing old paint dyes from bleeding through.
And I’ll spare you the details on the master bedroom except to say the carpet in there is saturated with the allergens of a thousand cats. We’re using the carpet instead of a drop cloth while we paint in there (after which we can tear it out), but neither Carl nor I can stop sneezing as soon as we set foot in the room.
At this rate, we will either have the perfect home or be dead soon. I’m pretty much good with either.