I’m remodeling right now, thanks, and how are you?

I’m just going to have this tattooed on my forehead. And I may put something a little …uh…less enthusiastic on my posterior to show people who decide to ask me how the remodeling is going.

Actually, it is going well as these things go. We are mostly on schedule and almost within budget and really – who could ask for more?

It took two days to strip our room of possessions, furniture and the like. We had a huge mirror in the bathroom, a room-length monster.

Note the word ‘had’. Yes, that’s right, it broke when we were trying to take it down. I almost said something unpleasant to my husband (something in the vein of, “What did I tell you? The guy said we needed a FEW strong guys here when we tried this!”), but then it occurred to me that really this was merely a ‘design opportunity’ and that a pair of smaller mirrors would be damned adorable in there.

It took the better part of another day to mask off everything in the room and so my husband could fire up his shiny new paint sprayer.

Which promptly broke, necessitating a trip to Home Depot to rent one for the afternoon.

It also broke.

And in mid-rant about how it wasn’t working, my husband realized that he was being stupid, that the engine wasn’t cutting out it was just pressurized (or something like that) and went back to work. It worked fine.

He hand-painted the cupboards, taking them from tired looking oak to a beautiful dark brown. The yellowing cultured marble is now a lovely, smooth white. The difference is amazing!

The flooring guy is coming out to measure tomorrow, and with luck and a tailwind we’ll be putting in new flooring throughout the entire upstairs of the house over the next couple weeks, and at long last.

Meanwhile, we are sleeping in the living room amid boxes piled four or five high containing all our stuff.

But I’m not stressed out.

It will look fabulous when it’s all done. It really will. We’re going to love it.

Eventually.

And now, it’s time for me to go to bed.

In the living room.

Which is, on the bright side, much closer to the coffee maker than our bedroom…