Remodel: Day Two

Hanging by a thread

A lot of loud noise and thumping and banging came from the general direction of the rest of the house. For most of the day, I stayed somewhat locked in the den and recapped my reading year before too much more of 2015 gets away from me. That said, I didn't have much time to check in with the carpenters, and they left before I got back from picking up kids and running errands. When I went downstairs to use the guest bathroom, I noticed the towel rack mounted on the wall over the toilet was on the floor with towels scattered everywhere. The vibrations of power tools must have popped  the rack right off the wall. Crazy!

Here's what I know: jackhammers were used. Here's what I observed: the blue bathroom is devoid of almost all evidence of its former self. All the fixtures are gone, including the last half of the tub. The walls are completely down to the studs and the floor is exposed concrete. Even the closet framing has been removed. I hadn't imagined that the closet would be demo'ed, which means that we're really building up from scratch.

The schedule doesn't indicate that work is being done tomorrow. That can't be true. I'm feeling a little exhausted. The construction binder said that demolition would be stressful, and initially I was too excited and busy packing to think much about it. Here on Thursday, it's true, the week has been stressful. But, it's a good kind of stress, if that makes sense. It's the anticipation and the uncertainty and the change to routine--all of that attendant emotion sucked the life out of me. I plan to self-medicate with a cocktail and a pizza.