Our house has a disease.
It is a remodeling disease and we have been fighting it since July 2008.
Mostly the disease has been spreading and winning but this last week we had a minor victory when Clara at the age of 9 months moved into her own room.
You see in our old house we have some plaster walls. And some of our plaster walls were falling apart, really falling apart. Falling apart so that if you pushed a spot on our stairwell a three foot in diameter piece of wall would move and if you pushed too hard parts would start to fall off. At the time Ivy was at the age where that looked like a good thing to eat. So we had a family friend (Alec) come out to help us rip out the old plaster and lath and then drywall our stairwell. Just one wall in the stairwell
But then the disease hit.
-So long as we are doing one wall, we should do all of them.
-Hmm, there is NO insulation in the walls, and the stuff in the ceiling is a million years old and only an inch thick, better take care of that.
-The pantry under the stairs is already half ripped apart and now lots of plaster is falling off the walls in there… rip it out too!
-Well, since everything is torn out should we make new stairs?
-Now that the ceilings are ripped up lets put a real entrance into the attic so that we can use it.
-Can’t use the attic unless it has a floor.
-New lights in the stairwell, because really at this point, why not?
-New light in the pantry.
By the end of the summer we had taken loads of garbage to the dump, and made a lot of progress that didn’t really look like any progress.
It was awful hard to say to people, yes I know it looks worse than before and you can see the insulation but really it’s progress… You see our house was held up by, in the words of Alec, “Hope and Magic” insulated with nothing and powered by old electric wires with the insulation rotting off, and now it’s not. Progress.
One year, later we finally put up the drywall and discovered I was pregnant.
That caused some problems. You see during the course of this disease Ivy had been moved out of the small bedroom that got ripped apart into what we call the attic room. That meant that all the stuff in our house that was in the attic room got moved into Ivy’s old room once it was finished. So when we found out Clara was on the way we needed to do some rearranging. The problem was even with the now usable attic, there just wasn’t anyplace for the stuff to go having only one closet in the house and one pantry still in shambles. So John and I moved into the attic room with Ivy and we had two closets built in our bedroom. Hooray! John and I moved back to our room, the stuff was moved into one closet, we got rid of FOUR dressers we had been using and put our clothes in the other closet. The little bedroom was empty
This winter I painted, the little room twice. The first time I chose a god-awful color that looked like scrambled eggs barfed onto the walls. Since then I have gone back to my previous technique of color choosing which is that someone else does it for me.
This spring John refinished the floor while the girls and I were out of the house.
All that was left was left to do in the small bedroom was to put trim back up…
To Be Continued…