All in all, this home renovation has been a relatively easy and stress-free process. (If you ask my dad, a.k.a. “Contractor Paul”, he might tell you differently, but that’s not important right now.)
Our checklist is both dwindling down and growing at the same time – if you’ve ever been in our shoes you probably know what I mean. “We did that, that and that. Oh wait we forgot we have to do that. And that. And toilets. Why didn’t we put toilets on the list? We need those too.”
Surprisingly I’ve only found myself sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen a handful of times when Reese comes home with new decisions that need to be made. Do I occasionally stare off into the distance and pretend he never asked me a question? Yes. Does that mean I’m over it and he can just make the decision? Also yes.
As far as the paint colors go…I narrow the giant “swatch wall” at Sherwin Williams down to about 15 different colors and Reese has to pick from there. So far, so good. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t for the life of me pick paint colors. I always seem to get the wrong hue. My biggest fear was the cream color on the wall would turn out “fleshy” (gross word, I know), so he picked the Calico Cream and it looks great! Hand clap for Reesey.
I’ve also gone over to our friend’s houses with 45 different cabinet color swatches and tallied their picks on my phone. I’m not neurotic at all.
Thankfully, I still feel like my breaking point is miles away. There have been some issues along the way that have caused me to pull out my “mom voice” (I’m getting really good at it), but nothing MAJOR.
Will there be a day when I’m sitting on the floor under millions of paint chips crying into my water cup because I’m coffee deprived and can’t fit into any of my jeans? Maybe. Will that day be tomorrow? Maybe. But I’m positive it won’t be today. Because today I feel sane and confident. All home renovations are a roller coaster and just like Forests’ mom said, “…you never know what you’re gonna get.”
I may be slightly over optimistic (my entire family and husband seem to think so), but I’m banking on mid-March to be moving in. I’ve started packing and making hauls to the donation store just to let everyone know that I’M READY.
If anyone out there is looking to do some heavy lifting, holler atcha gurl. Just be warned, I will most likely pick a spot for a piece of furniture and then have you move it to a different spot, then back to the original spot (just 5 inches to the right). It’s what I do.
Maybe the next house post will be about me complaining about all the crap we have to move. 😉 Here’s to hoping!
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