I'm sitting on the floor in our office with the laptop on top of the junky computer chair and I'm sitting on an old rattan stool typing this to typepad.
We've worked so hard up to this point.
The floors look beautiful but I can't put my hand on my camera to share photos with you all. I got the area carpet put down in our bedroom; it is beautiful. We've moved several loads since Wednesday and most of the items are already in the kid's bedrooms upstairs.
The cabinet guys came today and worked on finishing the kitchen. My microwave is installed and the stove is in place. The plug is going to have to be changed because it is preventing the appliance from being pushed all the way back against the wall. The island is done except for the corner molding and the countertop supports. The desk cabinet and wall cabinet are installed. The cabinets in B's office are installed - the ones that we salvaged from the old kitchen and B painted.
My wall unit is about 90% finished. He brought it on his truck and I told him to take it back and work on it this weekend and paint it before he brings it back. We agreed that he would bring it back completely finished on Tuesday and install it. I simple can not paint anymore. He will do the mantel at that time as well.
The serviceman from the appliance store moved our frig and freezer this evening. Three college kids loaded about 80% of our belongings in the moving van. They worked for 5 hours. We couldn't fit everything in the van and will have to unload in the morning and make another trip. We have the van until 5:00 so we've got to work quickly.
I wanted to share that we are all still alive - very much alive because I can feel each nerve ending throbbing from fatigue :) I think the camera is somewhere in the van and perhaps I'll find it tomorrow and share some images tomorrow evening.
I pray that my body is able to rest tonight.
Thank God for these 3 college kids that helped us. We certainly could not physically have accomplished what we did without them. Pray that we survive tomorrow.
Blessed are the flexible...for they shall not be bent out of shape.
That was the story of my life yesterday.
The floor guys showed up at the house at 9:25 am. They left at 10 am. The floors were not done. The electrician (2nd one that I've hired) did not show up at all. A informed me that she was spending most of her fall break with her boyfriend - and not helping us pack/move as she previously indicated that she was going to do. The sink is still not hooked up and I've no idea when the contractor is coming back to do it. Now before you get all upset wondering what the heck happened or figuring that all of this is bad, let me explain that I'm not upset about any of it.
I had an attitude adjustment yesterday. It wasn't one of those 'bolt of lightening' events that stops you dead in your tracks. It didn't even involve tears or a fit. It was a simple, quiet moment within myself where I realized that I needed a different approach to what was happening and how I was handling the course of events. I decided that I needed to take a step back and refocus on the larger picture. I call this a paradigm shift. Having a poor attitude and getting stressed out was doing nothing but making me a bitch and ruining all the good karma and blessings that I am supposed to be sending and receiving during this whole experience. I'm not going to be robbed of the good experience and joy of us realizing our dream/goal by having a poor attitude. I'm just not going to do it. There you have it, plain and simple.
I'm glad that I made that decision.
When I let go of the negativity and changed my frame of viewing everything that is happening, things started to get better (or so it would seem).
Here's how the day unfolded.
The floor guys showed up right on time and began cleaning with the mineral spirits. I was upstairs feeding Baby K a banana and the boss man came up to see me. "We have a dilemma downstairs with your floor" he said. "OK, what is it?" I asked. "Well, when I quoted you the estimate, I didn't expect that there would be so many paint splatters on the floor and I'm not going to be able to do your floors for the price that I quoted you previously. With the amount of splatters, it will run about $3-400 more for us to clean those up (they have to be individually removed with a razor blade) OR I'll leave you our tools and you can clean them up yourself and I'll come back tomorrow (Thursday) after lunch and do your floors for the same amount." There was a good bit of paint splatter - sometimes the painter used a drop cloth and sometimes he didn't, sometimes we did and sometimes we didn't..... and then there was J - who decided that he is an up and coming Picasso and painted the floor himself. We opted to clean it ourselves. I can't absorb another unexpected expense of $400.
So, instead of being angry that my floors didn't get finished yesterday or being frustrated that my husband and I had to spend 4+ hours on our hands and knees (and sometimes just flat out laying down) - we just got to work getting intimate with all of the hardwood flooring in our home. I can tell you that I'd much rather preferred getting intimate with him ;) We scraped up every single paint spot in that downstairs. We went through a whole box of razor blades. My daddy arrived at 1 pm to find us still on our hands and knees finishing up the work. When we finished, it was paintless. It was during my time on my hands and knees that I experienced my paradigm shift.
The floors will be done today. I misunderstood that the floor needed to be traffic free for 24 hours post work - we can walk on the floor tonight if necessary. This is good news because it really doesn't mess up our over all schedule of moving in on Saturday. Remember now, I was focusing on the larger picture. I kept repeating to myself, "The reasons behind all of this and the blessings that we are supposed to send/receive will present themselves to me as long as I am open and flexible."
The wallpaper guy was there working at 7 am. He got all of the crown molding and door casings painted in the kitchen as well as the paneling part primed/prepared to receive wallpaper. When I casually mentioned that my 2nd electrician didn't show up, he said to me, "I've got a friend of mine who is an electrician out at the local college and he's licensed and does work on the side for people. You want his number?" Long story short - I called this guy and he came at 5:10 yesterday afternoon.
By the time electrician #3 (who I've nicknamed WKPM = white knight power man) left at 7:15pm he had figured out all the wiring mess system that Flash started. He had installed every single outlet and switch in the kitchen. I counted and there were 19 outlets and switches that he did in less than 2 hours. In that time, he did more than Flash did in 3 days. He also changed out the 2 way and 4 way switches that we had in other parts of the house because we were unable to figure out how to wire them so that all the switches would work together. He will come back this afternoon after work and install the plug for the oven and microwave, the switch light for my pantry (the light will come on when the door to the pantry is opened and go out when shut), and the pendant lights above the island. He said that he would do as much or as little work as we needed or give as much or as little advice as we needed. There was a blessing that needed to come to me. I only received it because I was flexible and because the other electrician didn't work out.
After we finished scraping the floors mid afternoon, we went back to the old house. We went to get a trailer load of belongings, including a mattress and box springs, so my daddy would have a place to sleep last night. We loaded 2 beds (mattress box springs, head/foot boards, J's train table, J's large bookshelf, 2 large boxes, a crib mattress and the large Rubbermaid* tote that holds over 400 pieces of Lego blocks onto my dad's trailer. I returned with my dad to the new house to meet the electrician, B stayed home to pack. While WKPM worked, my daddy and I unloaded that trailer. B kept the kids with him. Both kid's bedrooms (including all the toys and closet contents) are now packed. God Bless My Hubby - he kicked butt with packing.
I decided that I'd take whatever help that A was willing to offer this weekend and exercise an attitude of gratitude. I just said that I thought I misunderstood when she said several times during the past month that she was coming home to help as much as we needed and pointed out that she had changed her tune midstream. She packed up her entire room yesterday afternoon and is helping to move it in to the upstairs this morning. The boyfriend came over for a few hours yesterday afternoon and disassembled the trampoline. It will be moved this morning and he promised to come to the new house on Sunday afternoon and put it back together. I don't know how much help I will wind up getting from A but whatever she offers will be good enough. I'm glad to see her and have her presence here during the experience even if only for a little while.
This afternoon when it warms up a bit the painters are coming back to the house to paint the rear exterior dormer. You may remember that it had several siding boards as well as the soffit and fascia boards that had to be replaced. There is too much exposed primer that needs to be painted. If I leave it any longer the primer won't be any good and its only getting colder - not ideal exterior painting weather. He will paint the exterior of the bay window as well. All of this for another $225. He will also unstick the windows on that dormer so that they will open. I'm getting screens for these 3 windows within the next week.
The college student that we thought was not going to be of any help to us in securing some manual moving labor called last night to say that his plans had changed and that he had 4 guys who would be at our old house Friday afternoon at 4 to help load the moving van if we were still interested. I was ecstatic with this news. This was almost too good to be true. Was it really all coming together this well at the last minute? Four college kids to load and unload and to take the stairs at the new house won't that be another blessing? I'll order pizza for all of us and then when they finish unloading the van on Saturday afternoon - I'll put some cold, hard, cash in their hands. Our bodies (knees and back) will be saved and we'll be happy that we can walk.
We were able to remove several of the shelving standards from our closets here at the old house and move them to the new house. This means that we will be able to return over $150 in merchandise to Lowe's that we purchased for the new closets. That will almost cover 2 of the college movers...or perhaps the electrician?
I resolve to remain flexible today so that I can send/receive whatever blessings that are due - and if the good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise - - my floors will be done, the moving van will be picked up and parked at our old house for loading, I'll have pictures of the floors, and I'll have the rest of my old house packed and ready to go into that moving van. I may even have a few other goodies to show you this evening.....because we are 2 days from moving!
I sort of dislike that this blog is nothing but an update of all the things that I've done in a day and often wonder if you guys are growing tired of my saga. I know that many times I am tired of my saga. I long for the time when I can breath some new air into my S2TA and write about things other than remodeling our new home.
The painters were there when we arrived at the new house this morning. They finished the crown molding and baseboards in the master bedroom.
The door facing needs to be painted and I'll do that in a few weeks. Tonight - I don't care if I ever see another paint brush, roller or gallon of paint. Seriously.
I painted for close to 10 hours today. I painted and then rested and began painting again. Trim work is tedious and time consuming. I accomplised a good bit today but I'm most proud of how the office turned out:
I need to clean the lens of my camera - cause those spots are on the lens and messing up the pictures. Here's another view:
Tomorrow I should be able to show you a picture of my cleaned hardwood floors. I am excited to see how they will turn out. B cleaned up the entire downstairs today in preparation for the floor guys. Everything has to be moved out so they can get to all parts of the floor. Once they finish tomorrow, no one can go on the floors until Thursday. There will be some work going on in the kitchen but that doesn't involve hardwood floors. Once the floor guys leave (around 2 or 3) then I will go home and pack. B is staying home tomorrow to pack. I'm going to the house to be there while the floor guys do their work. A new electrician may be coming by the house tomorrow. I have to call in the morning and confirm his visit.
The painters also cut in (or I guess I should say RE cut in) the stairwell. They painted the ceiling in the hall and the foyer and did the crown molding in the foyer and hall. All the baseboards in the den and playroom is now complete.
Here's that that room now looks like:
To save time but to ensure that everything touching the floor is painted, I only painted up about 1 foot on the door casings. I have not painted the windows in this room yet. B got all of the outlets changed out with new/white ones and most of the switches done too. I know he feels such a sense of accomplishment in his work today.
The contractor finally came by to pick up some of the sticks (huge pine trees without limbs that have been cut down) in our front yard today. They've been laying there for 5 weeks now. Curious neighbor had his sprinkler system installed today as well as his driveway poured. The landscaper put Bermuda sod in parts of his front yard and had 15 squares left over that he didn't use. He asked us if we would like to have it. I said it depended on how much it was and he laughed and said, "How 'bout free?" I said, "We'll take it. Thank You." We're going to cut the pieces into 3 inch squares and put them out about 6 inches apart. I don't know when we are doing it but we are. I know we are running out of time for Bermuda grass.
I came home and packed my dresser contents and all of my shoes. I have a lot of shoes. Argh!
M called tonight - she's active in working at a haunted house and wanted to tell me all about it. I feel so guilty about the fact that its a chore to have a conversation with her and sometimes I dread it. I had things that I needed to do and I don't want to hear her mumble and run her words together. It aggravates me that her daddy is drawing worker's comp for a very minor traffic accident that he was in. M says that he had an MRI done in the past day. They can't find anything wrong with him....I'm not surprised. He sinks lower and lower each event. I guess he thinks that he's going to come up with some kind of injury to help him not have to work. Then she told me that they are living off the $10K that he withdrew from his 401K. I wish she hadn't told me that because $8K of that money was supposed to come to me for the part that he owes on medical bills. I think about how that $8K would have helped me with the house. This is just another thing to add to the list. He is just a loser looking for a free ride and I worry about what message that sends to M on how we are to be responsible for ourselves.
This past week, J brought home some of his art work from school. It was a sponge paint activity and they had to create their "family." He had a mommy, a daddy, a little boy and a baby girl and another girl with UGA written on the shirt. There was no M in the picture. I can't help but wonder if all the things that M thinks that she has gained from living with her daddy are worth the things that she has lost and will never be able to regain or get back. She always makes it a point to tell me how great things are and that things are different from when A lived with her daddy. All I can think of is, "Lord, I sure hope so."
What does J think about all this? Does he think about it at all?
I'm rambling because I'm tired and I've still got to move packed boxes off our bed.
The pictures should be good tomorrow.
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Yesterday was totally wild. I felt like I was on a roller coaster and begging for someone to pull the 'stop switch.'
I met the wallpaper guy at 8:15 am and he quoted me a price of $450 to prepare the paneled wall for wallpaper and then hang all the paper. He will come tomorrow to begin the wall preparation where the paneling is. He will also size the walls (helps if you ever want to change the paper and we all know I will eventually :) I'm relieved that I don't have to do anything else as far as prep or painting in that room. It will most likely be Monday of next week before he actually hangs the paper itself.
The carpet cleaner showed up at 9:20am for the 9:30 appointment and was finished and gone by 10:05am. The carpets are beautiful and clean. I won't have any worries now about my children sleeping in those rooms and what kind of dust, mold or bugs might be lurking in those carpet fibers.
I spoke with the painter and said I needed some more help. He said that he needed to finish up a job yesterday and that he'd be at my house on Tuesday morning (today) and would stay until we finished everything that needed to be done. He also said that he would unstick my windows so we could open them. Money hiring him has been well spent. I really appreciate this man and his help.
I debated with my endocrinologist again. We go through this every single visit. He wants me to have this test "just in case" I might have thyroid cancer again. There is no evidence in the blood test, I've been thyroid cancer free for 22 years and I feel fine. I'd have to wean Baby K in order to have the test done. I am not going to do that to her or myself without sufficient evidence to warrant such a test. I won't even consider that his motivation might be financially related since the test is almost $1500 to have done and my insurance company only pays 80% after I meet a deductible. I told him that I'd be willing to discuss having the test after I wean my daughter. He asked how old she was, I said one year. Then he tried to tell me that there is no nutritional value to breast milk after 12 months. I told him that I'd appreciate him sticking to endocrinology and leave the nursing to me. I do not like this Dr. He probably doesn't like me either. I am not a compliant patient. I ask too many questions. Sometimes he does not have the answer(s). I do not pop pills at his suggestion. I won't consent to blood work "just because."
I made a trip to W*Mart because we needed some warmer clothes for our children. B dropped me off and went on to Lowe's* next door to pick up some items and return some items. When I got in line at the checkout, the power went out and we waited for an additional 15 minutes while they tried to get their systems back up and running. By the time I got back to the house, after picking J up from preschool and getting some lunch, it was almost 2:30pm.
The carpenter/cabinet installer was there with his crew. My island is now installed permanently. They set the sink (so I didn't have to call/pay the contractor to come back and do it) and the counter top is now attached. He (the carpenter) has a friend who is a licensed electrician and he is coming Wednesday to finish the work in my kitchen as well as hook up the power to my hot tub. The carpenter told me that my wall unit has been measured and cut and today he will be assembling everything. Depending on how much he gets done today, he may come out with the electrician tomorrow and bring the unit. I'm not sure how this will work with the hardwood floors being done tomorrow.
I began working on B's office walls about 3:15. By 4pm I found myself sitting on the floor with my head in my hands bawling my eyes out. My arm hurt and so did my heart. I hated the paint. I'd been working with it and trying to experiment with it for 45 minutes and the more I did - the worse it got. It was texture paint - sand washing. I chose that technique to hide the wallpaper when I wasn't sure what kind of pallet we were going to have in that room. I just couldn't get it to work, no matter what I did. I felt defeated. He couldn't understand why I was so upset. I tried to explain to him that I really wanted his office to be something special - something that he (and me since I'm being honest here) would be proud to have clients see. For years and years he's been cramped in a small closet or in a makeshift office and I really wanted this room to be 'his.' I couldn't figure out how to salvage the $60 in paint that I hated.....couldn't figure out how to make it work to where it looked decent.....couldn't figure out how to make my arm stop hurting (short of not using it at all)....so I just did what anyone would do - I sat in the floor and had myself a good, old fashioned crying spell.
I was pitiful.
He knew it.
He knew it wasn't really *all* about the paint - but more about releasing some stress of all that is going on. I'm just feeling overwhelmed and I had a lot emotionally invested in that room and the way it looks.
He put his arms around me and held me until my nose stopped running and I could breathe.
He still loves me.
He suggested that I go pick out another color of eggshell finish paint and get it up on the wall. When I moaned about having to eat the cost of the other paint - he put everything into a clear perspective for me....which is more important at this point? A) getting the room finished with something that looks nice, or B) saving $60 on a paint that you hate, you can't get to work right, and has you sitting in the floor reduced to tears?
I chose A, picked myself up off the floor, hauled myself to the paint store, picked out a complimentary color to the chair rail color and came back to the house. While I was gone, he had scraped off all the texture and vacuumed the dust/trash so I could paint. Then he took the kids home with him and left me there to paint the underneath of the chair rail in solitude. I cranked up the CD player and within 90 minutes, I had the area cut in and rolled. It was beautiful.
Take a look for yourself - the lighting leaves a good bit to be desired but its what I had to work with.
See that grey spot on the wall? That's where I was trying to experiment with the paint that I didn't like. This morning I will paint above the chair rail with the new paint that I picked up yesterday afternoon.
I secured some help for loading the moving van. I spoke to my extended family member and learned that she is being considered for a job in the Atlanta area. Please pray that the department can find funding in their budget to offer her what she would need to make this career move. I can't even begin to articulate how wonderful it would be for me to have her closer to where we are. This woman is very special to me and we have something between us that is not common. Having her closer to this area would be just plain incredible. It will work it it is supposed to.
We finished the rest of the closet shelving and installed the drawer system.
Today we paint all the trim that remains in the bedroom, den, playroom and B's office. I paint above the chair rail in B's office.
I'll try to do it without having any more crying spells.
PS. J is staying with B's parents today so I will not have to spend time stopping what I'm doing to pull him from getting in trouble. We should get a great deal accomplished.
So I have this person (who shall remain nameless) who keeps writing me bad checks. This person isn't necessarily a client, although she does purchase products from me occasionally. Out of the last 10 checks written to me in the past 12 months, 5 of them have been returned for NSF.
I know this person. I know their poor money management skills. I have seen the bank letters where she pays hundreds of dollars a year (or more) in bank fees. I know she writes checks before money has cleared on a deposit. I've heard her excuses when the businesses or creditors call to ask for money. I've listened to her excuses myself. I am familiar with the dire consequences of her not paying the bills that she is committed to paying. I've bore witness to utilities being disconnected and reconnected numerous times for non payment. I've listened to this person try and excuse it. The stories get more desperate and creative each passing year. Some make me wonder where in the hell she comes up with these stories.
Last week I had another check returned. This one cost me dearly. I deposited it over a month ago so when I didn't hear back from my bank over the next 3 weeks, I assumed that the check had cleared. When it was charged back against my account, I lost $150 with the amount of the check and the service fee that my bank charges me when things like this happen. Do you realize how important $150 is to my bank account right now?
Personal responsibility is a biggy for me especially when it comes to financial responsibility. I think it has something to do with a person's integrity when they are issuing checks that have no financial deposits on hand. I think things are even more complicated when this person is so close that they are considered a part of your family.
Writing me a bad check is lying, plain and simple. Expecting me to cover the expenses that I incur because they can't get their money house in order is insulting. Expecting that I would believe these cock-a-maimey scenarios that they keep coming up with is even more insulting. Does this person really assume that I am that stupid or are they so caught up in their web of deceit and denial over their debt, financial behavior, and spending addiction that they really can't think at all? Do they lack such self respect that they behave this way to begin with?
My delima now is how to set a boundary with this person. I am no longer going to accept personal checks from them. I don't have the time or the money to clean up after their mistakes but more importantly, I don't want the emotional burden of having the consequences of their behavior right in my face.
Do I wait for the next time the situation arises where they would pay me for something before I bring this matter up with the said person? Do I bring it up now on my own? When I do bring it up, what might I say. I don't want to scold or shame - because I am not responsible for this person's behavior; however, I am no longer willing to pay for their mistakes emotionally or financially.
What to say? What to do?
...and then there's the matter of the $150 that I am now owed.........
The stress is beginning to take it's toll on me. I found myself in a crying heap of a mess yesterday morning because I'm so overwhelmed with everything that still needs to be done before we move on Friday. I didn't know if I was coming or going, much less which direction I was pointed. I'm flirting with disaster physically and the fact that I have acquired debt outside of my original budget is an additional stressor. I was am on the verge of losing it.
I get this way when I don't have a clearly defined "Plan." That plan doesn't necessarily have to be in the written form of a list but if I don't know what I'm doing and when - I get antsy and begin to unravel. B and I made a list of all the things that we could think of that need to be done. We assigned them a deadline. Then we divided the list into assignments and priorities. B is so skilled at talking me off the edge of my cliffs. I love him for that. I'm glad that God saw fit to put us together because he is a compliment to my nerves and the way they operate.
He worked on his list for most of yesterday while I worked on mine. I found myself thinking that life isn't fair that he finished more than 4 of his items while I barely finished 2 of mine.
Here's what he accomplished:
This is the ceiling fan in our masterbedroom. I just realized that this picture makes the paint on the ceiling look different than the paint on the wall but they are in fact, one in the same. Oh, well. The ceiling fan in Baby K's bedroom is also installed and complete.
He also finished painting his office cabinet. He decided to spray paint it black. I was skeptical on whether this would work well but it looks pretty decent. I was really upset with him (transference of emotion, I suppose) because he didn't take any precautions to protect his $250 watch that I gave him for Father's Day and by the time that he finished applying the 4 cans of paint, his arm was well covered and so was his watch. Why didn't he take it off? Why didn't he wear a rubber glove (that I brought from the old house) in preparation for him spray painting? Didn't he know that there would be mist that would stick to the things around him (like the ground and the wall) when he used spray paint? He says that he can clean it all off. I felt like he should have taken better care of the watch - I felt like he should have been more careful with the spray going on things around him - he says he didn't think about it. I noticed before we went to bed last night that some of the color had also settled in his beard and mustache....it looks like he used some of that Grecian formula for men....I preferred him gray. Actually, I prefer him to be more careful with things like that but I didn't make things worse by beating a dead horse. I just come here and pour it out on my blog.
Today his list involves finishing the replacement of the outlets in the house with new ones, installing the shelving tracks in the pantry and laundry, and replacement of the air registers in the floor. The original ones are old, rusted and most have already been removed. We have new white ones that are ready to go in. They are secured with a set of screws to the floor. He can't install these until I have finished painting the baseboards so they may wait until Thursday. He needs to hang the tracks for our master closet. We started this yesterday afternoon but we were both so tired after cleaning out the upstairs bedrooms to get ready for the carpet cleaners that we just left the tools where they were and turned out the lights and locked up and went home. We should have stopped an hour before we did but we just kept pressing forward.
Here's what I accomplished yesterday:
That, my friends, is my painted laundry and pantry. There is no light in the pantry yet. The cabinet installer is supposed to come this afternoon to re-install the island and once that it completed, the sink can go in permanently. If the parts came in from Kraftmaid* last Friday (which they were supposed to) then the crown molding and trim will go up in the kitchen this afternoon as well. If I remember to take pictures, I should have some good kitchen progress to share this evening.
I also finished painting the walls in the foyer. I'm so burned out on painting. My frustration has been exacerbated because each one of the gallons of paint (we are on our 4th one) has been a different color. The color difference is just slight enough to show up on the walls and the stairwell has to be painted AGAIN. I swear, before we are done - that stairwell will have been cut in and painted four times. Its the one damn place in the house that I simply am unable to access to do myself. That blessing from the painter will be null and void by the time I have to pay him to come and do it again. I guess its a good thing that he charged me so little for the work that he did on Saturday. The light fixture does look nice, doesn't it?
I'm calling the painter this morning to ask if he can come tomorrow or this afternoon and paint the following: the crown molding and baseboards in the master bedroom, the baseboards in the den and play room, the crown molding in the foyer and stairwell and the ceiling in the foyer and hall. I may be able to do the baseboards in the hall and closet myself. My arm is really hurting and I've got to stop pushing it like I am or it will never get well and some of the damage may not repair itself. I know that I should be resting it but I'm stubborn that way - exchanging one set of needs for another and finding myself the one that often comes up short. I'm paying for it. I have no one to shoulder the responsibility with but me, myself and I.
I installed the covers for the can lights in the kitchen ceiling - the ones that it took the electrician 8 hours to install. I will probably go with some stronger wattage bulbs in those cans but I'm reserving decision until all the lighting is in place before I make a final choice.
I talked with my daddy yesterday and requested that he come back up here on Wednesday. I moved several of the things that need to be done to "his list" and went over a few of the items with him so he is prepared with the right tools. He'll leave Wednesday morning from his house, arrive at ours a little after lunch and then go home on Sunday. He'll be here to help us load and unload although he will not be doing much lifting. He certainly will not be moving things up/down the stairs with his bad knee. Since I was able to move the 5 or 6 things to his list, that freed up some more time for me and B to work on other things that need to be done.
This morning I meet with the wallpaper guy for an estimate at 8:15 am. I drop J off by school at 9:00 am. I have a Dr's appointment for a checkup with my endocrinologist at 9:30. The carpet cleaners come at 9:30 and B will be at the house with them. The cabinet installers come after lunch and will be there until they finish. Once the island is in, I'm to call the contractor for him to come and hook up the sink and dishwasher. So many things to juggle and so little time.
With the carpets upstairs being cleaned today and hopefully being dry by tomorrow. I will move some items for the children's room on Thursday. My goal is to have their rooms as close to moved and set up as possible so that it won't be too weird that first night.
I've got to secure some moving help - as in muscle power to help load and unload. A will be home from UGA this Wednesday and will be able to help with some of the packing.
Today I resolve to:
take better care of my arm
not stress out on things that I simply can not control
be more patient with my spouse, realizing that he is doing the best that he can
come up with a prioritized list of things that still need to be packed at our old house
listen more intently when my body says it is time to rest and then do it
We've 5 days to go. I suppose in the end - what gets done will get done and the rest will wait. The uncertainty and the lack of closure is a challenge for me. Will we make it? Yes. The question becomes 'how' and at what cost. 5 Days........
All I can do is all I can do and all I can do will be good enough.
He came and caulked the crownmolding in the master bedroom, painted the ceiling and then painted the walls. While he painted so did I. I was able to paint the closet for the master bedroom as well as the hallway leading into the master bedroom.
When it was time for me to pay the painter, he said it would only be $100. He was there for about 5 hours. When I asked him if he was sure (because I was expecting $200+) he said that he was just glad that he could help me and it was nice for him to be able to paint "Doc's Old House" because he had so many fond memories of riding horses here when he was a boy. He knows that I will call him back for more work. I'll probably be asking him to come back out on Tuesday to help me finish trim and to put yet another coat of paint on the stairwell.
I'm having a devil of a time with that stairwell. Yesterday I noticed a few white spots where the paint didn't cover completely so when he came this morning, I asked him (the painter) if he would go over it again with his roller. He said sure and he did. Everything should be ok, right? Well it would be IF the paint was the same color.
It wasn't. It isn't. The area is going to have to be cut in again around the edge and up against that 25 ft high wall. Just more work.
I did something yesterday that I said that I wasn't going to do. I got a cash advance on our Mastercard. Right now, we could get one with no transaction fee and the interest is 2% until it is paid off. I got enough for us to pay the painter to help us with the rest of the painting that needs to be done, enough to have all the floors/carpets redone and enough to pay another electrician to come and finish what Flash left undone. If I am careful, I may be able to purchase an area carpet for the den. The kitchen table and chairs will have to wait until next spring unless I can do an extra $1000 in business this next month. Under normal circumstances, an extra $1K/month would be nothing for me but I am spending a great deal of time on the house and not on Spa ESCAPES TM.
I'll have to see what I can do.
Here are some pictures from this afternoon before we left.
I've yet to do the trim around the floor, door or the crown molding. I'm doing that in white. You can even tell a little from the above picture that I was able to get the hall and the closet completed too. It all looks wonderful. I'll hopefully be able to finish the trim before Tuesday. No more painting after Tuesday evening because the hardwood floor guys come on Wednesday morning and there will be no more painting after that.
Tomorrow B will finish putting up the ceiling fan (see the light kit and blades under the ladder?) and then we will install the tracks for the closet shelving in the master closet. He has to put up the ceiling fan in Baby K's bedroom. Today he put up the one in J's bedroom and changed out the light fixtures in the upstairs and downstairs foyer. I can't believe how much better illuminated these areas are and how beautiful the fixtures are. I didn't take a picture so I have no visuals to share, sorry.
I've got a guy coming Monday morning at 8:15 am to give me an estimate on the wallpaper. He did some work for me a few years ago and was very inexpensive and did high quality work. I don't know if I'll get him to hang it for me or the lady from the wallpaper place. She told me that this guy wasn't hanging paper anymore so it makes me suspicious that she was trying to get the job. I want to know who will hang the paper for less. I want it hung on Wednesday, this guy says he can do it. We'll see.
Oh, tonight when we dropped J off at B's parent's house, I asked my MIL if she wanted me to leave the window treatments that are in the sunroom. She actually paid me a compliment and said that she hoped I would since they were so nice and my mother and I worked really hard on making them. I said that if she were going to leave them up, I'd like it if she could do that so she could appreciate them but if she didn't want them then I was going to take them with me. She asked me to leave them. They are repainting the bedrooms and the room that is now our bedroom will go back to being the formal living room. What is now B's office will go back to being their dining room and they will take what is now our dining room and make it back into their small den. Are you still with me? LOL They took great pains to let me know that everything is "going back just the way it was before you moved here." Ok by me.
Yesterday morning I packed 18 boxes of items from my buffet and china cabinet. Last night I packed 10 boxes of my business inventory. B moved all of my business stuff into the van and then into the new house this morning. We are only moving things that are going in spaces that don't have hardwood floors or that are going directly into storage spaces. I've got one of the 3 closets in Baby K's room designated as my business closet. It will not take much effort to get things straightened out and get back on the movement track for BC.
I painted a good bit today and my arm is paying the price. I took something about an hour ago and it is coming into its full value. I'm off to bed. I realize its a short and abrupt ending - but I'm done and I'm even more tired.
My biggest question this evening is will we get it all done before Thursday evening?
The following is taken from an open letter to the residents of Mississippi. It really is pertinent to anyone in an 'at risk' location for one of these storms. It concerns breastfeeding in times of natural disaster. If this is your cup of tea - then read the rest of the article, which includes many of the common myths of breastfeeding in times such as what the Gulf Coast has recently experienced.
In emergency situations, such as the aftermath of a hurricane, breastfeeding is not merely important, it is vital – even lifesaving.With the mass movement of large populations of people, widespread power outages, contamination of water supplies, and decreased availability of medical facilities in affected areas, an increase of both respiratory viruses and both viral and bacterial forms of diarrhea can be expected.Infants are at risk for serious dehydration in these circumstances.Breastfeeding, especially exclusive breastfeeding – with no formula supplements – can protect vulnerable infants from these illnesses.Additionally, breastfeeding conserves valuable resources, such as food supply, clean water, and gasoline, since it is easily available, safe, and renewable.Never has it been so important for medical professionals to encourage, support, and protect breastfeeding.In fact, we should do more than encourage; we should URGE mothers to breastfeed, and to continue breastfeeding for at least 6-9 more months, no matter what their baby’s current age, until the greatest threats of disease have passed.
The most important myth (IMO) that needs to be debunked is that the PDR (Physicians Desk Reference) contains accurate and up to date information when it comes to drugs and breastfeeding. It. Does. Not.
I actually argued with my endocrinologist last year when he tried to tell me that "the PDR is a Dr's Gospel" when it comes to drug safety. I thought I was going to swallow my tongue. He wanted to withhold a drug from me because the PDR said that the safety of the drug had not been established. I had over 5 credible sources (yes, I did my research) that said the drug was safe for breastfeeding. One of the sources was a recent study, involving over 1000 breastfeeding women and their babies, which claimed that there was no significant trace of the drug found in the breastmilk and that it was safe to breastfeed while taking this medication. While I appreciated his caution, he lost a lot of credibility with me that day because he was a PDR worshiper and wasn't up to date on the best resources for accurate information for his patients.
ALL physicians (who deal with breastfeeding moms) should have Dr. Hale's Book as a required resource in their office. Women would be receiving better and more appropriate health care while still ensuring that their infants and children receive optimum nutrition and nurturing.