Good news: our kitchen’s finally done! And I, for one, am pretty damn happy about it.
Because the thing I absolutely stupidly didn’t realize about a kitchen remodel is how much friggin work it really is. (Yeah, yeah, I’m kinda dense about this stuff, I’ll admit it.)
There’s a bunch of small details that need to be figured out all the time, sure. But that’s not what’s going to really make you crazy. What’s going to blow your mind is just how much you and your honey-bunny are going to fight over everything. Everything, do you hear me?
I know, I know. I didn’t believe it, either.
But I think I’ve finally figured out why a house remodel ends up leading to so much marital discord. It’s because you’re not able to take care of anything you need to do in real life, much less get any actual Work work done.
I thought we’d have it easier because we both work from home, but here’s what ended up happening for me: I pretty much stopped working. Luckily, I was able to put most of my projects on the back burner, which made it easy for me to a) wait the zillion hours it took our time-challenged-but-awesome contractor to show up and b) crack lots of jokes about how ridiculously crazy this whole process was.
Ken wasn’t so lucky. He still had plenty of deadlines and conference calls to hit, which meant that he was constantly shuffling around the house trying to find a relatively-quiet spot where he could work in peace. Poor guy.
The other reason we got through this with splitting up or divorcing was because neither of us got too crazy over all the tiny little decisions we had to make on a daily basis. Meaning: neither one of us dug in our heels and became completely crazed over what we could or couldn’t live without. Examples include (but are not limited to): a) It’s him or me! b) I can’t bear this countertop!
But I could see how we could’ve locked horns and entered into a death spiral on any one of these million little details. Especially when you’re already pissed off about something else in your marriage and just not, ah, saying anything about it (a.k.a. stuffing).
Watch out for that one, folks, because any kind of remodel can easily end up sending you over the edge, especially if you’re anywhere near grumpy and/or pissed off to begin with. And I speak from experience here: there’s no way in hell we would’ve survived a remodel like this last year. Absolutely no way. We would have morphed into demon spawn as soon as we started even talking about it.
But now that we’re through to the other side and have this brand-new, kick-ass kitchen, we’re happy as clams.
Well, you know, mostly.
Even though we’re finally through with all the little painting projects we tacked on at the last minute (like painting the boys’ room a nice little blue they picked out), Nico’s still plotting away. He seems to think we have these guys on retainer, or something, like the mafia. Here are some examples of all the projects he now wants to hire out:
- “Mom, I’m going to hire those guys to build an extra floor on the top of our house!”
- “I’m going to hire them to blow out this wall [between the kids’ rooms] and put in a bathroom here. Then, I’m going to hire them to build a tree house in the backyard. And then put a pool in.”
Oh wait. I think the pool idea was Gabriel’s.
Either way, looks like it’s time for another Money/Values/What the Hell are We Teaching Our Kids About Life Conversation with Ken. What fun!~