My role in our renovation has been what my husband lovingly refers to as "project coordinator".
I think I've quit about 300 times since we started this venture in May. It's a good thing I work for someone who finds my flailing arms and never ending use of swear words "charming".
The floors that were originally supposed to be installed in June, but had to be reordered after being the wrong product, should have been arriving in the warehouse TODAY. Yesterday the rep informed me that no, the floors might be in the warehouse Thursday after 2 pm. If not then, it will be Monday.
The windows that were only supposed to take two weeks in production after being ordered the first week of June but have spilled over into SIX weeks in production, and one week of sitting at the store will be installed on Tuesday. The same day as the guys will be working on installing the floors. It's going to be like an adult sized game of Twister up in there.
The kitchen cabinets are being delivered on the 25th while the floor guys will still be installing our floors. Let's just call that left hand red, right leg blue with a full body twist to get the right hand on yellow.
This week Travis is building out the sink bases for the two bathrooms. I have a rep coming out to measure for the master bath shower door, and blinds for the house. We have seven windows total. Our last home had 20 windows. Seven is going to seem like a drop in the bucket to cover. I am thinking of going with Roman shades again in a white sailcloth material like this:
So basically everything that I had carefully planned and orchestrated to happen in a certain order so as to avoid contractors tripping over each other has gone to hell in a hand-basket. Instead, next week EVERY contractor is going to be in that tiny tudor trying to install their materials.
I will be sitting in a corner with the spinner calling out colours. Be sure to follow me on Instagram to see the chaos in action.