Ugh. Last night was so stressful. OH and I stayed up until 12:30 installing lighting and cleaning everything up off the bedroom floor so that the Hardwood Floor People can come in and do their thing. If they couldn't get in to work on our house, with working lights, they wouldn't be available for a couple of weeks. Needless to say, we wanted to do whatever was needed in order for them to complete their work today. Which meant: scramble to fucking pick out the damn lighting and get it installed because HELLO, we both work full time, and don't have time at the drop of a hat to run to fucking Home Depot and then come home and act like fucking electricians. They sure didn't give us any notice that they needed lights. Thank you, Hardwood Floor People! Also: thank you for that big gash in the drywall that you left. We really like it.
Back to my story: last night we met at Home Depot to buy the lighting I had chosen during the day off of their website, which was soooo slooooooow. I spent two (!!!) hours online with three open browser windows with two different browsers running, trying to expedite the decision-making all for one ceiling fan and one light fixture. It sucked! And then traffic sucked, so I got to Home Depot late, and we realized that neither of us had printed out the lighting I had selected so we were flying blind. And you know what? I really didn't want to fly blind at that point, so that sucked, too. I had looked at so many styles for so long I couldn't remember exactly what the names of the styles I liked were called. By that time we were both really cranky. Luckily, we're still in the honeymoon stage of marriage or it might've gotten ugly.
We had to clean up the bedroom, because there were painting supplies and all kinds of junk on the floor, and I'm sure the Hardwood Floor People would've objected to that and then told us they couldn't work on it. Since our contractor isn't working on the bathroom this week at all, we moved everything in there. There's nothing happening in there and SO MUCH still needs to get done.
If this is not done by January, I am going to scream and then pull out my hair. I want a bedroom and a bathroom! I am so sick of sleeping in the tiny, tiny bedroom on a futon! I feel like I'm camping in my own house. The bathroom is so rustic, because only the bathtub works, and the drain plug is screwy. The floor is subflooring covered with dust; the tile is not done; there is no vanity, sinks, toilet, or lighting.
Remodeling your house is not fun. It is especially not fun when it runs WAY over time. We are learning a lot about the process, but unfortunately, not in time to have this job go better than it has.
My words of advice to anyone thinking of remodeling their house: Have your shit together before you begin! Pick everything out in advance! Don't schedule it while you're in the middle of planning a wedding and coaching football! You need to keep on top of what is going on! Because YOU have to live with the results. I'm just saying.