Real Life and Remodeling

So, some of you, well maybe most of you knew that Grant and were going to do a remodel on our bathroom and our boys bathrooms upstairs; however, our line of credit was pulled and that project went away.  See, I was at a point then of, "Hey, I should just spend all my Life Insurance money now, since I am going to die and get a bathroom that I love."  I know the logic of letting life insurance pay off the mortgage and line of credit is a bad idea, but cancer is illogical, so I was going with it.  Well, Grant's company did well last year and we have saved enough money to do the project that we really needed - a loft for all the boys stuff.  Right before Nolan was born, Grant was itchin' to move.  I said, "No!  We are having a baby!"  Right after Nolan was born, Grant was itchin' to move and start a company.  I said choose.  Clearly, you know the choice.  And, as he worked in our house asking me to keep the boys quiet - really, they are 1 and 3? - I thought, "I wish we picked the house..."  But all those days are long gone.  CRETE has been started, Grant is happier than he has ever been, I am in remission, and we got enough money together to get our loft and work on the boys bathroom.  Our bathroom will wait again.  Amazing how priorities can radically change when you believe that you are not dying.  The project started Thursday morning.  I was advised that I could not live in the house.  I asked my parents to live with them at the compound (their place).  My plan was to leave the house at 7:45, stop by my contractors office to pick up some countertop samples, drop the kitties off at my parents guest house, and go to bible study.  WELL.....clearly, my life is not my own any more.  Sound familiar?!?!?!  Cancer controls me, and now this.  Anyhoo, my contractor, whom I adore, had me in a "handing off the baton meeting" (What the heck?) and I was there until 10.  So, much for Bible Study and have you ever seen the faces of two cats that have been left in a car for two hours.  I was actually a little afraid of them.  The meeting was good and needed to happen.  I learned things that they were going to do that I was like, "AWESOME!" and then, "Yeah, no we need to paint the ceiling cause Grant and I do not do that anymore."  I got to my parents place hungry with tons of stuff to do (picking out flooring, appointment for cabinets, paint decisions, etc. etc. etc.) with two pissed off cats.  Mom took me to lunch because she wanted to try the Doritos Taco at Taco Bell.  I was like, "Hey, Cheryl will be thrilled, but I need to order it al fresco!"  I rested in the afternoon, picked up the kids, did the evening routine, and went to they casita (guest house) to collapse only to get sucked into HGTV because we don't get that channel and stayed up way too late.  The cats decided they were fine around 4am and were racing around the house because I sprayed catnip on their toys before we left.  Rethinking if that was a good idea, I was up watching HGTV AGAIN.  It is a sickness. I then slept through the alarm, raced out of bed, in the shower, should have washed my hair, but I thought, "No, it gets curlier with oil and dirt right?"  (It does.   Wow, I am going to exploit that!)  Run over to the main house, get the boys, Mom hands me a latte and off to childcare because I am meeting with two people - Gary, the flooring guy, and Roger, the cabinet guy.  Meet with Gary.  Pick out hardwood, vinyl, and even granite from the bone pile out back.  Meeting with Roger and discover that he cannot get a the cabinet in on time.  Go to the house to talk to Russ who is running the job.  Find out that we found water damage from the boys bathroom in the wall that it shared with the living room.  FABULOUS.  Review the entry to the loft, and we look at each other like, "What do the plans say?!?!?!"  Do the logical thing, but it takes Russ explaining it to me three times for me to get it cause apparently, I am slow.  Let's be clear, he did not say that, I did.  Turn off the furnace because is has such a draw it pulls the plastic off.  Okay, we are done.  Starving, my Mom and I go to a restaurant and I get a beer.  Go back to the house, shop for other cabinets online, watch HGTV while I am doing it, and try to get over my exhaustion of it all.  I make the call about open the wall for the water damage because I can't get a hold of Grant.  Whew, today is over.  Real life and remodeling is a challenge!  Happy Friday, Ang