Let's see here, day four. We got a DUMPSTER!
Rick spent most of the morning throwing junk we have collected into the dumpster. There is such a satisfying feeling you get throwing things out of the window of your house! He also spent a large part of the day huffing and puffing about how we need to quit farting around we don't have a lot of time. This is typical, "dumpster anxiety" for Rick. We only have ten days with our beloved dumpster. So, there is a little bit of a time crunch, but luckily this time we have very little house left to dump.
Then we went on a dog walk. We take this time to reassess what is going on. We also make sure to exchange things we're grateful for each walk, I love that part of our walks. After the walk we walked into the house with determination.
I finished moving all our junk we had in our bedroom into our new bedroom, the sun room. Our bedroom since Peggy was born has pretty much become our studio apartment. Bedroom, tv room, nursery, dog houses, cat hang out, bottle making station, clothing, craft supplies, it's rediculous. I took down the blinds and removed all the window hardware. While I was doing this Rick was working to rip out the last parts of the bathroom walls, handicap shower and floor, and thrust the remnants out the window.
This is our master bathroom. What's rediculous is I can say it has mostly looked like this for over a year. We've been using our guest bathroom for pretty much the entire time we have lived in this house to shower and take baths. This makes me the most sad to move. We will someday soon have a finished master bathroom and I'll pretty much never get to enjoy it.
Back tracking to me removing the hardware from the windows of our bedroom, we made the difficult decision to paint the wood work white in our bedroom. Before you throw your hands in the air and yell "why is gods name would you do that?!" (If your an unpainter like me) we have our reasons. First, our wood work in our bedroom is actually painted right now. They painted it to look like a walnut colored wood. It tricked me for a while before I discovered it was painted. So my guilt is less, knowing I'm not the one slathering paint on to beautiful woodwork, someone else did, I'm just changing their color choice. Secondly, every room on the second and third floor already has painted white woodwork, why not just keep it all white. Third, the traditional excuse for painting woodwork white, "it brightens up the room" it's the truth. That room even with four Windows is dark and dingy. Lastly, I would be absolutely, positively, insane if I thought I could strip all of the wood back to the orginal wood and still have time to finished all the other crap we have to do in the house. We're trying to sell this house and make our money back in a few short months people!
Dear old house, I'm sorry I whited your woodwork. For all I did for you, I hope house karma gods move someone in who will forgive me and have the patience to restore the second floor woodwork.
It feels good to get into the swing of working on the house like crazy again. I'm so thankful Ricks mom is here to help be our nanny to Peggy. The time she is letting us have to work on this is worth all the mother in law, I want to strangle you moments.
Tomorrow, in the words of darling Richard is going to be a, "totally wasted day." We found my dream mom-mobile and have to go to Lincoln, Nebraska to pick it up. Which means, be prepared people, I might make some sort of horrifically tacky video dedicated to my beloved Mini Cooper and make sure the background music is that Sarah McLachlan song they play for abused and sad puppies commercial.
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