One Saturday afternoon last winter, when it was too cold to play outside, I had four elementary-aged boys and two little girls wrecking havoc throughout my house. That was the day that Paul and I decided it was high time to start finishing our basement. We knew it would be a long process, but our goal was to have it finished before winter sets in again.
In the interest of keeping costs somewhat under control, Paul has done most of the work himself. He framed it out all by himself, then ran all the electrical and installed eleventy-gazillion recessed lights. I’m sure more tasks went into it than that, but since I was stuck on kid-duty every weekend last winter, I didn’t really know what was going on down there. (Don’t you liked how I slipped in the martyr there?)
Finally last spring, it was time for drywall, and there are just some jobs brutal enough to cause even a handy hubby like mine to fork over his hard-earned money to hire out. So a nice team of young Hispanic men spent a few days last April drywalling our basement.
Then baseball season hit, and summer weather, and vacations, and the basement project has been at a standstill ever since.
Now with the arrival of fall and the promise of cooler temperatures, the basement project has been resurrected, and I am once again a DIY Widow. Not that I’m bitter. I want this basement finished as much as anyone. But it IS a bit tiring being on kid-duty 24/7.
But we’ve finally seen the light! You know, the one at the end of the tunnel. We’ve entered the home stretch. The end is in sight. (Are there any other cliches I forgot?) Because, as you might have guessed from my oh-so-subtle title, WE HAVE PAINT!
I’m so excited, in case you couldn’t tell.
While my parents were here visiting this weekend, my walls have been transformed from primer-white to Mexican Sand — which is a really just creative name for brownish-beige.
Now all that’s left is a small tile job near the sliding doors, the baseboard molding, and then I can call my new best friends at the carpet mart and schedule carpet installation!
And that, my dear cyber-friends, will be such a happy day. Because that means I can relegate all toys and clutter to the basement and thus reclaim the rest of my house, restoring it once again to the state of peace and quiet that existed only before three children so rudely interrupted our lives.
What? You think I’m being a bit idealistic? Well, I probably am. But at least I can sentence all rowdy kids to the basement when the outside temperatures aren’t conducive to outdoor play. And for that, I will be very, very thankful!