Remember that time I showed you my whole house and said the kitchen and bathroom were fine for now? To refresh your memory this is what we were working with (I took these pictures a few minutes after I walked in on closing day):
Fine right? I mean not necessarily what I would have picked but certainly good enough to push to the back of the updating burner while we pushed removing the carpets and all of that super chic 1960’s wood paneling to the front.
Well as luck would have it (because nothing I plan ever goes as planned which is why I really shouldn’t make plans to begin with), a few days after I made that post DISASTER STRUCK. And by disaster I mean a heavy rain storm. The bathroom window upstairs leaked, which flowed into the kitchen beneath it, and eventually down to the basement where most of it accumulated into what Violet began referring to as her swimming pool.
We hadn’t moved many of our belongings into the basement yet, so nothing was ruined, except that bar the kids were dying to drink root beer at. I wasn’t too upset about the bar since I wasn’t keen on keeping it to begin with. Mostly on account of the mice, who had since vacated the property, but had at one point clearly considered that bar their home.
Anyway, I figured all that water counted as flooding, which isn’t covered by our insurance. The bathroom and kitchen mostly looked okay (the water had traveled done through the walls, and only a small amount had seeped into view in those two rooms) so I figured all was fine. Rob bought a shop vac and we moved on with our lives.
Until the next day when a friend came over and said we should probably file a claim. Now I know I’m technically an adult and everything, but I’m one of those adults who needs someone to come along and hold their hand for most adulty things. Health insurance. And car insurance. And home insurance are all just really hard.
After what felt mentally like the math portion of the SATs, but was actually 17 minutes on the internet, I got my claim submitted and was told someone would check it out. Someone came a few weeks later, and said someone else needed to come, and then that person came, and said they had to send some paperwork in, and I started to feel like it was this huge colossal waste of time.
Finally, one day (Tuesday) someone called and said “We’re going to start ripping out your kitchen, bathroom, and basement tomorrow. Ciao!”
They aren’t done yet, walls and ceilings still to be removed. They said we could stay in a hotel if we wanted, but I feel like it’s less stressful to just stay home and stop showering.
So anyway, front burner it is. What color countertops shall I put in my kitchen… hmm.