I need an outlet...so here it is....
We spent the morning running errands and picking up supplies for the house. Once we were there I had no motivation to do anything. Anthony and I both took about an hour nap before getting to work. We spent the afternoon stripping the old, stuck on vinyl which actually came up easier than I thought it would. I took out most of the tack strips while Anthony finished the kitchen. The neighbors came over and had an mis-hap with their a/c unit so we tried to help them get the water out of their attic. We chatted waiting for the vinyl installer to show up so we could show him the problem areas in the house we were worried about. He said we could just screw the subfloor back down and all would be well.
Anthony and I went to dinner, came home, and I realized how much crap we still have to do. In order to get ready for the vinyl, we have to screw down all the floor, every 4 inches, we have to get all the crap we scraped up thrown away, and edge around the walls still. In order to start the hardwood, we have to move all the kitchen contents....somewhere else, and get all the staples removed from where the pad was tacked down. We still need to rip off the rest of the baseboards and finish pulling up the tack strips. All while trying to get ready for school next week. Needless to say, I spent the evening crying in my bedroom again, feeling entirely overwhelmed and frusterated to not have a place to call home. I can't stand this "living in 2 places" anymore. All I want is to move back into my put-together house. I want to leave for 3 days and come home to it all put back together. Thinking off all the work we have to put in next week, I just don't see how we're going to come out alive. I know it will all work out and life will be fine. It's just another one of our adventures. But, I just can't see it all actually working out in the 8 days we have left in the hotel. To make things EVEN better, we have no quote from the insurance yet, and we're still waiting for a quote to start on our counter tops. Uhg!
Waiting is the worst part of all.
If you're still reading, sorry...had to get it all off my chest
