Hi there. Remember me? A week ago I was the author of this blog.
Back then I was living the comfortable life, and by “comfortable” I mean living in a house that was not a complete construction zone.
I had floors.
I had a kitchen.
My furniture was in appropriate places.
I have none of those things anymore.
In fact DBunny and I have now been living at my parents’ house for the last week, save for the last three days where I joined the hubby to work on what is left of our house.
Think I’m being dramatic? I’m really not.
I have THREE full Bagsters in my driveway. I have old cabinets on my back porch. We have a sink outside of our front door. I can’t get to half of my possessions, because they’re piled on top of each other in the garage.
I’m sure the neighbors are hating us right now.
Courtny and I have spent the last three days ripping out floors, pulling up eleventy billion staples and nails, and vacuuming an insane amount of dust. We actually celebrated when the final piece of ugly linoleum was removed.
The good news? I do have floors. The bad news? They’re “acclimating” until Friday.
Since our house really can’t look any worse than it currently does, we decided to get some painting in. I actually could let my husband roll paint without the fear of it getting on my floors (however, it did end up on my ceiling).
So, in a nutshell, I’m homeless for another two days. Woot. I just keep telling myself that it’ll be nice when it’s done… in JUNE!
Maybe we should have done windows instead. :/