For reasons unknown, Pete and I always tackle new projects in Jenworld in January. Oh sure, we do stuff around the house the rest of the year too, but the dead of winter is apparently when we opt to do big things, such as rip out walls or add new ones. Maybe that's the Jenworld version of ringing in the new year? "Happy New Year honey! What do you think of these paint samples?"
Last year, we spent months and months and long painful months simultaneously renovating and redecorating three rooms on our first floor. The living room got new furniture, including My Precious. The kitchen, oh dear god, the kitchen was this horrible series of projects that took forfuckingever and I thought we'd never come out on the other side. I've heard of people getting divorced over hanging wallpaper in a bathroom and I can't believe that this room didn't at least send us into couples therapy. We replaced the floor, closed off the door to the study (formerly known as the dining room) and built a pantry in that spot, replaced light fixtures, and tackled the oh-so-minor project of painting all of our shit-brown 1970s cabinets glossy white and replacing all the hinges and knobs afterward. That particular part of the project took five or six months.
Then, over the summer, I redid the girls' bedrooms, including making two trips to the Mother Ship in one week. That's five hours round trip. Twice.
Now we have embarked on a new project. The aforementioned study didn't really get much done to it last winter. Well, okay, a new wall where a doorway once was. And a new lamp and a new ceiling fixture. And we rearranged the furniture and brought in the old rug from the living room. Big whoop. We are now completely redoing it. New workstation with room for three computers. Cabinets for storage. Reading corner. And so on. I had hoped we would finish almost everything this weekend, but we had a worthless visit to Lowe's yesterday and did not 1) bring home the desk part of the geeked-out workstation or 2) order a new dishwasher (technically not part of the study, but I'm irritated nonetheless). We'll parts of the project done, but not all, and the resulting mess and disorganization seriously disrupts my mental peace. I wish I could say I'm joking, but I'm not.
But that's okay. I can look around the rest of my house and see PLENTY of other potential projects for afterward. Because, after all, what's life without some sort of pain-in-the-ass renovation to keep me irritated and off balance? Pete and I need to completely strip down the laundry/storage room in the basement and organize/clean/dispose of shit. And Pete's talking about adding a bathroom to our basement, which will involve ripping apart a large chunk of the bedroom down there. Oh, and I'm thinking about replacing the light and towel bar in the first floor bathroom, as well as painting the sink cabinet a bold color...
No. It never ends.