We have spent the past year doing various projects on our house. This winter it was time to tackle the bathrooms. We have 3 - a tiny half bath off the master bedroom, a main bathroom in the hall, and a strange, rather icky bathroom/laundry room in the basement. All needed renovated and the basment bathroom needed major work. So, we hired a contractor, packed our suitcases, and moved in with my parents.
My parents have a big house and we all get along well, so this arrangement worked. Some of the time it was a lot of fun. There are benefits to having three generations living together! It was nice to have shared shopping, cooking, and childcare duties. I enjoyed spending time with my parents cats (and they loved have extra laps to sit on). We made lots of good memories during our time there. But we missed our own space. We got really tired of living out of suitcases. I gained a new appreciation for my refrigerator, dish washer, washing machine, and grill. We, well mostly Steve, had to run back and forth to our house to take care of the dog several times a day. The girls missed their neighborhood friends. We all just wanted to go home. But the bathroom project drug on and on.
We moved out of our house on February 4th. The contractor estimated that he'd be done around my birthday, March 16th. But things kept getting delayed. We celebrated Chinese New Year, Valentine's Day, my birthday, St. Patrick's Day, and Easter at Mom and Dad's. The bathrooms were still not done. But bit by tiny bit, we were getting closer. Finally, we decided that yesterday would be move in day. The bathrooms still are totally completed, but they are functional (we're waiting on a few tiles and other minor things). After 67 days - nearly 10 weeks! - we are home.
It was wonderful to spend the night in our own beds, but the house is a disaster. On top of sorting through and putting away the piles of belongings we'd drug to Granny and Poppy's, the house is filthy. Part of the renovations involved tearing down a wall and cutting through concrete. This means that every surface in the house is covered in concrete dust. Even the insides of cupboards and closets. In the past 24 hours, I have done 6 loads of laundry and loaded the dishwasher 7 times. I am having to clean every item in my kitchen cupboards. And then I'll tackle the girls' rooms and the bookshelves and my scrapbooking desk and everything else.
The bathrooms look terrific. I stand in the basment bathroom/laundry room and can't believe I'm still in my house. I'll post some pictures of before and after later. Right now, I'm tired...