You know when things are so overwhelming, frustrating and maddening and you are exhausted and you feel like you could cry or scream but instead you just start laughing? I don’t know what professional shrinks call this phenomenon but I assume it is akin to when someone laughs at a horrible moment in a movie because they are just so tense that they need some sort of relief from the scene.
I am not quite to the laughing part of this renovation.
We were told we could move back into our house today. Nothing could be placed on the newly stained and sealed floors but we could walk on them. That meant we could check out of the hotel, sleep in our own beds, and hang out in the almost finished basement.
When I walked into the house this morning I was encouraged by the tolerable level of fumes and the color on the floors looked great. There was bubbling in the topcoat but that is to be expected before the final sand and seal which will be the last thing that happens before the renovation is complete.
When I walked into the kitchen this is what I found.
Tim and I pointed out the gaps in the flooring when we came home to the unfinished floors after vacation. We were promised the gaps would be filled. We asked why the less damaged area had been replaced but not the area in front of the fridge that got the most water. We were told the gaps would be filled.
I talked with the contractor. He is called the subcontractors. Our contractor admitted this was his fault. The subcontractors did what was asked of them. Our contractor told us that the sub contractors are “super busy” and they will not be able to come back and fix the floors for 3 weeks. Three weeks.
I am not ready to laugh yet.