This place is a mess of boxes and tissue paper that the fire marshall would have shut down had he done his inspection this week instead of last. Good news, y'all: we passed our final inspections! You know the stuff that's borderline code and maybe wasn't included in the original plans that you fret about getting questioned by the inspector, but then he walks right by those things and points out something minor that needs tweaking before your permit is signed off as finished? No? Well, I don't either. That's not our style.
(Right now I wish we'd included some sort of sound barrier between the kids' rooms and the rest of the house. I don't whine and cry when it's my bedtime. Lead by example is failing over here.)
The revised schedule had the remodel ending Feb. 27, and I may or may not have promised to flip out if this went into March. Check the police reports soon because this is going into March. The good news is that it's outside work. The bad news is that they work every day, Saturday and Sunday included, which is a major drag.
The big excitement is that for the first time since early July, we have working closets! The back bathroom shower is no longer where we store our hanging clothes. The kids no longer have excuses to not put away their clothes.
This photo could be titled, "Let's not talk about it" or "I should have listened to my parents and gone to law school." Following a disappointment, a confrontation, an email with big words (the journalism graduate degree was good for something), and a long discussion, some work is being redone.
It's getting lighter earlier, which means I wake up at the crack of dawn. My simple solution was to rush out to Pottery Barn to buy drapes and a rod because waiting for delivery would have taken forever and I'm seriously sleep deprived. But then there is what my friend calls the "big brain" solution.
Sigh. I may have to wait until the weekend to get the drapes up.