Holy Demolition, Batman!
It's official. We're remodeling. It's happening. Yay!! AGGH! Yayy!! AGGH! Yayy!
Today was among the most eventful days in our entire homeowning experience.
Dave accompanied our architect to the city to submit plans for permits. Barring any comments or requested changes, we should get the permits in 21 days -- May 30th.
And, I delivered a signed contract and a $1000 deposit check to our new contractor. We have a contractor!!
This is for real, folks! I'm no longer wandering aimlessly, wondering when I'd walk down a new road....I'm now barrelling off the edge of a cliff!
Our contractor said June is a good time to start -- July isn't ideal for him or for us, and August is really pushing it. So, OK, June.
?!JUNE?!
Today is May 9th. Do the math! Then resuscitate me! This means we need to move out now!
Our trio is going to Melissa's tomorrow so that Dave and I can spend major quality time reviewing everything we need to do, room by room -- windows, staircase banisters, flooring, bathroom vanities, flooring, doorknobs, doors, everything.
And, of course, we're kicking into high gear looking for a place to move to, with lots of craigslist perusals and inquiries. There are no shortage of houses to rent, but a real shortage of ones with less than one-year leases. An apartment, which is more likely to have a 6-month lease, is out of the question.
I have absolutely no idea where time is going to come from this month. Between "finish selection" (picking everything that's going into the house), finding a house, moving, and oh yeah, going about the business of working, managing a household and raising three children, there just aren't enough minutes in an hour.
It sure would help if I could kick this migraine. Today was one of the worst yet. I'm losing track now...day 11? Day 12? It kept me awake last night, and was absolutely brutal today, leaving me with seriously diminished capacity to kick into gear and gain any momentum on organizing our lives. So much to do, I can't get a handle on it all and prioritize, strategize, delegate!
In a major twist of irony, one of the few things I was able to do today was work, because that's a very limited scope and doesn't challenge the parts of my brain that can't think straight. But it hurt being indoors. I almost felt like I should post Dave's cell phone number in my cube in case I got slammed with a block of concrete (that's how it feels sometimes).
I'm feeling some impending separation anxiety -- on my part -- because we're going to be very busy and I'm going to miss my little buggers. So instead of testing out a kitchen faucet this afternoon, I picked Gabriel up from school. His poor teacher looked frazzled and exhausted. She said the kids have some form of kindergarten senioritis, misbehaving and not listening and being rambunctious. Gabriel was again a top troublemaker, but she didn't get specific. My little boy, so full of life and energy and strength, bursting with health and joy, running to me with a huge smile, arms outstretched, shouting, "MOMMY!!!"...how could he be so much trouble? (ergh....)
After picking Gabriel up, we drove around the neighborhood a little, looking for "For Rent" signs. There were lots of them around a few months ago, but none now. I knew it was a long shot, but I thought it'd be fun to do together. He says he can't wait to find a new house. I hope he understands we're moving back to this one. I hope I understand that as we enter this surreal stage of our lives!
5/9/08
1 comment:
Except you're not really moving back to that one, exactly, are you? It'll almost be a brand new house by the time you're back in there!
S.
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