Under Construction

Our house, not the website, is under construction. In fact, I dare say that the blog is the only thing functioning as it should right now. The house is even more of a disaster than usual.

The following is a post I wrote on Monday but didn’t get around to finishing until tonight. Maybe the blog isn’t functioning as well as I thought. 

You know all the normal day-to-day problems that come up like, can’t get the TV sound to work, or there isn’t anything for the kids’ snack or the kids fighting over something stupid? You know what I am talking about, right? Well today, just like many days, the kids fought, something technical was beyond my fixing abilities and there wasn’t an easy grab and go snack for hungry, cranky, low blood sugar kids. BUT today we have two contractors banging – I mean BANGING! in our house.

The entryway and main floor bath are finally being renovated and I am so happy about that. It is the living with construction that will push me over the edge. All day I have been quick to get angry, cloudy headed when it comes to making decisions, and overwhelmed by the slightest thing.  I am not exaggerating.  This morning the wrong kind of ball was put into the water table ball tunnel slide thing causing a ball traffic jam. Having to unscrew and take apart the table to unjam the balls made my blood boil and caused me to raise my voice to what Michael would call the orange zone, “SERIOUSLY! WHO PUT THE WHITE BALL IN THIS TUBE?! ONLY BLUE AND RED BALLS GO IN THIS TUBE!”

Not my finest moment.

Looking back, it should be laughable but I haven’t had a lot of time to take a breath and gain enough perspective  I must remember – New entryway. New 1/2 bath.

I was doing OK for a while but then the construction noise raised to a deafening level and the kids started to feel the strain. I loaded them up and we went to go shop for vanities.

Bad. Very very bad idea.

It was the first time since they had finished breakfast that morning they were able to hear themselves and the entire 25 minute drive to Home Depot (road construction sucks) the kids screamed. I don’t know if their brains just needed the noise input after growing used to the loud demolition that echoed through our home or they were just happy to be out of the house; either way, the screaming was just as loud as the construction noise and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

You can just imagine how nicely they walked around home depot while in that state of hyper craze. I tried to take phone pics of vanity options so Tim and I could review them later but the kids were being too naughty so we left. I was no closer to choosing a vanity. The only thing I was closer too was having a meltdown of my own.

Home Depot was a bad choice for an outing so you will be surprised to hear my next decision.  Remember what I said before about not thinking clearly? The colossal mistake happened when I decided to follow-up the Home Depot trip with a Menards trip. Genius, right? Masochistic is more like it. I figured I would just quick pop in, take a few pics and leave. That didn’t happen.

Not only did every single one of my children climb in and out of every tub and shower stall in the bathroom section, they also reenacted the Tom Cruise sliding across the floor scene from Risky Business. Except, lucky me, the boys upped-the-ante by turning it into a competitive sporting event.

I lost it. I went from hissing warnings like a back alley tom cat to full on threatening them with a growl that put Lucy’s “The Schwann’s Man dared to knock on our door again” growls and bark to shame. I was always more of a Mezzo Soprano but let me tell you what – I was channeling every bit of alto in me. I didn’t know my voice could drop so low when I was angry.

You would think that seeing your mother transform into a crazy person just short of steam shooting out of her ears would have snapped any kid out of their naughty behavior, but not mine. You got to hand it to them. My kids are resilient.

And then, while I asked an employee to see how many of a certain cabinet they had in stock, all three kids simultaneously started to whine about having to go to the bathroom.

The employee told me that the floor model was the only one left. I asked for a discount while the kids danced in place and I told them to “Just hold it one more minute.” I looked at the employee and without really thinking I asked him to ring me up and meet me out front with it.

And that is the story of how I came home with a bathroom vanity that I don’t really like. At least I got a deal on it. It was priced at $229 down from $299, and I was able to talk them down even farther, so after taxes I only paid $214. It is a little more cottage-y (the name Cottage Ensemble should have clued me in on that) than I would have liked but I love the color and the counter space is big enough for a bottle of soap to sit on.

Side thought – does anyone even use bar soap anymore? Doesn’t it frustrate anyone else when a sink has the bar soap spot that no liquid soap bottle will sit level on? Like having clumsy toddler/preschooler and kindergartner didn’t make enough mess in a bathroom… Just try and imagine how messy a sink gets when wet clumsy hands try and pump soap out of a soap bottle that isn’t sitting level.

Oh well. The measurements work and that is a victory in and of itself. Our house must have the narrowest bathrooms ever because it is so hard to find a vanity with a depth of less than 24 inches. We had the same challenge with the basement bath.

Lesson learned. Don’t impulse buy vanities when you are angry, exhausted and have 3 kids driving you crazy. Even if they don’t have the stupid bar soap groove. If my biggest problem for the week can be solved with two (one wasn’t going to cut it) Blue Moons at the end of the night, life isn’t so bad (even if I have to live with a less than perfect vanity)

A few more pics of the renovation in progress.  More posts about our first world renovation problems coming soon. Plus, I may throw in another mood board if I am feeling creative what with all the spare time I have since we are hiring out this project! There is something quite magical about hiring contractors. Yeah you have to live with the construction but you get to live during construction. Tim may be right. I still love to DIY but this whole hiring out is pretty awesome too.



4 thoughts on “Under Construction

  1. Jess

    Does the contractor work weekends? If he does, I say you have an impromptu staycation at a hotel with a cool watermark this weekend. There may vent be Saturday room day passes!

  2. Meg

    We are waiting on tile -which is a whole ‘nother story- I love the idea though. Water Park of America is on our summer bucket list!

  3. Jess

    And I think the vanity is nice. I bet you would have been remorseful about ANYTHING you bought that day.

  4. meg

    It really was the best option that wasnt special order so I am learning to love it. I am sure once it is in it will all be good. 🙂

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