Regular readers will already know this. Occasional readers will know this. People who infrequently visit this blog will know this, and will be thinking, “Come ON, is she STILL going on about this?!”
Yes. Yes I am.
Stage one of our renovation is all but complete. The back half of our house is pretty much finished, with minor tweaks to go.
We have an open-plan kitchen, lounge and dining room on the ground floor, we have a rumpus room and bathroom downstairs (and a temporary laundry), and two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a playroom upstairs.
All new. All beautiful. In fact, I don’t tell my husband enough just how beautiful I think it all is. Cameron, it’s fabulous. You are a genius. Thank you for delivering us this beautiful family home.
But. Stage two has started. Our bedroom has been gutted. The original bathroom – the only bathroom on the ground floor – has been gutted. Ashleigh’s old room has been gutted.
Lots of gutted-ness.
|From inside our ‘bedroom’ looking through
to the ‘ensuite’, ‘walk-in-robe’,
‘laundry’ and ‘bathroom’.
Also known as empty, gutted mess.
|From inside the ‘laundry’, new ‘bathroom’
to be at the left, looking back through to the
‘ensuite’, ‘walk-in-robe’ and ‘bedroom’.
Also known as empty, gutted mess.
We still have two rooms at the front of our house that are intact. One room is supposed to be for bub when he arrives. The other, a formal lounge room. Both are packed to the brim with… well, everything we own from the gutted rooms.
But we’re pushing on with stage two! We’re progressing! Things are happening! I should be excited! After all, it’s exactly what I wanted! When Cameron wanted to take a break for a while, I was the one who wanted to keep going!…
Last September, there were still seven months to go until bub’s arrival. Seven months in which to gut, demolish, rebuild, reconstruct, paint, tile, sand, polish, beautify and generally FINISH the renovation.
Now there are seven weeks. Seven measly little weeks including three public holidays. And construction industry RDOs.
And me getting bigger, more and more tired, and, as you can see from my self-indulgent self-pitying woe-is-me words thus far, more and more grumpy.
The chippies started today. They’re rebuilding walls and laying the floor back down. It’s great to see things happening. But the slow progress has quickly made me realise how long it will take.
We won’t be finished before bub arrives. No way.
I keep trying to focus on the good things. It will be FABULOUS when it’s finished. As I said, Cameron has done such a brilliant job on stage one that I know stage two will be every bit as good. Possibly better, in fact, as we’ve learnt from stage one and are more confident making choices.
Focus on the good things. We’ve made it through Ashleigh’s entire life thus far while simultaneously renovating. And that was without fancy-pants completed stage one. That was, for a long time, without even any kitchen facilities. We can make it through stage two.
But we hadn’t yet gutted anything when she came home from hospital. And it’s those first weeks at home from hospital that I’m worried about. Managing the stairs post-surgery. Keeping a toddler away from unfinished rooms and mess. Easing bub off to sleep to the soothing lullaby sounds of power tools and tradie language…
Enough. Time to take some advice from Michael J. Fox (as featured in his book, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Future):
‘Don’t spend a lot of time imagining the worst-case scenario. It rarely goes down as you imagine it will, and if by some fluke it does, you will have lived it twice.’
Easier said than done sometimes, but I’m giving it a shot.
Have you ever ‘won’ a disagreement you came to wish you’d ‘lost’?
And if you’ve ever renovated during the newborn bub stage, do you have any tips to share?