Literally, I am covered in bruises. Between packing boxes, running into wayward items, and a little baby that has a mean right hook, it looks like I've spent several rounds in the boxing ring. Scotty, aka little Bam-Bam, is turning into quite a heavyweight. I don't know if it's the flaxseed I'm mixing in his Greek yogurt or the 1/2 of avocado he eats daily, but this kid is growing like a weed. And becoming freakishly strong.
And then figuratively, this house stuff is starting to wear on me...it's just such a huge project. And while everyone knows I love a good project, it's the alacrity in which decisions need to be made that is putting me over the edge. I had a dream last night that the flooring company picked a black grout to compliment our Emperadora Torino Adamello tile. (that is a fancy way of saying...beige.) But in my dream, I kept saying to the designer, "It's okay, you're the professional...I know you know what you're doing," while I secretly freaked out. I called her this morning and told her about the dream (among other business - don't worry, it's not like I'm calling her just to chat) and she told me she had a dream a meteor was falling from the sky and about to hit our house. So, it looks like no one is sleeping well in Vegas these days.
Financially, we are doing okay, but writing these large checks is starting to make my hands tremble. I was okay paying the landscapers. Buying appliances was a little scary. I blanched slightly when we got the flooring bill, but the security bid came in under budget, so that was good. But for whatever reason, I completely lost the power of speech and was near tears at the check-out counter at Home Depot on Monday. See, our utility room is empty right now - no sink, cabinets, washer/dryer, nothin'. And me, in my wisdom, negotiated with the general contractor to put all of those items in the room. I thought I could find some pre-fab cabinets, buy a utility sink and call it a day.
Well, imagine my surprise when I got to Home Depot and realized we need to buy actual cabinets...like, real ones. The pre-fab ones were the wrong sizes, so I found myself hefting giant 36" cabinets off of the shelf while frantically dialing one of our friends who just happens to have a pick-up truck. Dave was kind enough to help me out (he even helped me tape off the ducts in the house for the tile removal), but for whatever reason, buying such large items (at a large price tag) made my heart start to pound. What are we getting into, I kept wondering. Are we biting off more that we can chew? Because, in the event you build a utility room from the ground up, please know it's not just cabinets and a washer and dryer; no, you will also need a sink, faucet, laminate for the counter top, and plumbing. When the register lit up $499.80, I almost keeled over. Thankfully, Dave was there to scrape me off the floor (and prevent the credit card from melting in the swipe-y machine) AND transport our gigantic cabinets to the new home. As I told him that afternoon, I'm fairly certain his actions have earned him a lifetime supply of Rice Krispie treats and prime seating on the new couch during football season.
The tile guys came yesterday and ripped out every single square foot of flooring in the house. The painters come tomorrow. (PaintGate, thankfully, is over. Let's just say I ended up purchasing 23 sample colors and managed to be reprimanded by the manager at the paint store. Ahh, good times). By Monday, the floor guys are back and it should take them about 5 days to get the new floors in. Appliance day is scheduled for May 10, and then after that...it's moving time. We could move the weekend of the 15th, but in a random twist of fate, Brian has a trial starting on May 17th. Mind you, Brian hasn't been in trial in six years. But the weekend we can move - a move that has been three years in the making - he has a trial. Ah, universe, you confound me.
So, the big day(s) is (are) scheduled for the weekend of May 29. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures from yesterday's destruction: