We bought our house fully aware of it's flaws. The bathrooms have not been updated since it was built in 1935 and the kitchen had a partial upgrade sometime during the late '50's. It's a diamond in the rough. But we fell in love with it's charm, character, history, perfect location and massive backyard and fantastic potential. It's our forever house. I have visions of at least one of my children getting married here someday. When we remodel, we want to do it right, and it will be amazing.
We've been planning our remodel since we moved in two years ago. I never thought it would take us this long, but you know, life gets in the way. We hired an architect, fired and architect, hired a new architect, got approval from five of our neighbors and finalized our plans. The city building and planning department seems to be moving at a snails pace. Then the stock market fell apart and we are tightening our belts and not feeling so secure about things right now.
I'm frustrated. I can't stand my kitchen. It's dark and cut off from the rest of the house. The oven burns everything I try to cook no matter what I do. The drawers don't shut properly and the paint is chipped. Don't even get me started on the bathrooms. Ugh. I sometimes feel like we live in a tent, the windows are so flimsy. There is a huge hole in our living room ceiling where water dripped down from a leak in the master bathroom shower.
I know that we are lucky to even have a house that we are not at risk of losing (knock super hard on wood). We are lucky to live close to a public school that we are happy to send our children to. We are lucky to have enough space inside and outside for our family of five. And we are lucky to have enough space to host our family and friends for holidays and birthday parties. I know all this.
But this house and it's 73 year old quirks are starting to get on my nerves. Today the plumbing betrayed me. After three of us used the toilet, it decided to clog and overflow. My downstairs bathroom flooded, which is right off the kitchen. It was a seriously nasty flood if you know what I mean. I put some towels on the floor and raced out the door to get the girls to tennis lessons. When we got home I got out the plunger, held my breath and plunged the heck out of that old, stinky toilet. It was not pretty. I fixed the toilet, but I couldn't bring myself to clean the floor yet. I think I need a hazmat suit. Anyone have one I can borrow?
For now I just shut the door and told the kids not to open it under any circumstances. I went upstairs to change my clothes and when I came back down Lolly had taped this up on the door.
It made me smile.
For more background on our lovely home, go here. Be sure to read parts 1 and 2 as well.