“When will the renovations be done?”
If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me that question… Well, you know how it goes.
It seems that I am either a saint, or a nutcase for putting up with renovating for so long. They (you know… the magical all knowing ‘they’) told me, back before we started, to add at least 3 months to any finish date, then I wouldn’t be disappointed. I think it was around the time that The Father Figure, also the builder, also my husband, was rushed to hospital with major heart problems, that I realised there wouldn’t be a finish date. And I’m pretty sure that puts me in the insane category…
It’s coming up to 18 months since we began to dig the foundations (the first time… not the re-digging after they were flooded, twice) and while some days I just wish it was all over and done with and finished, mostly it’s not been so bad.
So our tiny house got even tinier when we lopped the back off it.
So my kitchen still has no wall and no ceiling.
So water ran down our internal walls 4 days before my baby’s first birthday party.
So the back yard is junk yard.
So the bathroom has a hole in the ceiling and a toilet that only flushes sometimes.
So we still share the master bedroom with a toddler and a four year old.
All of things are a bit of a pain in the bum, but none of them are the end of the world.
And slowly, slowly, the new part of our house is beginning to take shape.
Recently we started putting in the ceiling and some wall plaster, which is a huge mile stone!
We have a roof over the deck!
The new bathroom is well on the way to being finished, even if it doesn’t look like it.
I have so many big dreams of how wonderful it will be when it is finished, but I try not to be impatient while I dream those dreams.
There is still loads to be done and it might not even be finished by Christmas, and I am working on being ok with that.
So if you ask me “when will the renovations be done?” forgive me if I wave my hand in the air vaguely, stare off into space and say “oooh some day….”