Trials and Tribulations

The basement has eaten my brain. And our bank accounts. The sump pump went in Monday, thankfully, because it’s pouring today. We know the sump works because it woke me up this morning, so at least we shouldn’t flood again.

It’s funny (not really) how quickly money vanishes during renovations.  2k for a sump pump, 1k for new eavestroughs, 3k to replace the fireplace  with in insert that’s not open to the freezing winter air, 2k for cork floors (I’m having trouble getting concrete quotes, but it’s looking like at least 6k, so cork’s looking better and better), 1-3k for radiant heat floors  (falling increasingly off the list of likely)…  Plus the hundreds for baseboards and drywall and paint and shop vac and and and.

But the money’s not the worst part.  We have good jobs, we have money set aside in a house fund and a vacation fund, and while this will clear them out, we’ll be fine.  Money is just money.  It’s the time, and energy, and effort to fix it.  It’s the fact we looking like we’re living in a fucking episode of Hoarders.  Our basement is where David’s hockey collection and all my craft stuff lived, and we have a lot of both.  There are paths caved out from the door to the couch to the table, but who wants to live like that?  I sure don’t.  I have a partially finished oil painting that taunts me every time I walk in the living room – I want to be painting canvas, not researching floor options.  I want to be gardening, not learning how to dry wall.  I want to be able to at least DO some of the work, but instead we’re waiting on various contractors to do the work we can’t, so that we can get started on the work we can.  In the meantime, we’re watching a ton of tv, because it’s the only thing you can do in the house right now.  It’s exhausting. 

Oh, the joys of home ownership.  Ha.


2 responses to “Trials and Tribulations

  1. This is probably TMI but I find sex is a really good way to temporarily deal with stress – or anger – or frustration. Seriously. When I’m going through stressful times like this it really does help because you usually end up laughing afterwards or the dam breaks and the frustration tears come out – and then you start laughing anyway. And then the next day you get to smirk at your significant other and send each other funny text messages and it helps, for a little while at least. Also – it often leads to babies. Just sayin’. ; )

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