On Construction

It's been a hectic few weeks at my humble abode. Long story short, when my husband and I bought our home five years ago, we knew it needed some work, we thought, we'd fix things here and there as we could afford it. One of the HUGE things that needed to be fixed was the ceiling in our master bedroom. We have a regular Bungalow style house, there was a dormer added on upstairs, there were two separate bedrooms making the house a four bedroom. Some dip shit took the center wall out at some point, presumably to make the current large master suite, but they neglected to add any support to the ceiling beams which in turn created a huge problem and made the ceiling beams sag and start to burst through the drywall.



Before



The main reason we decided to get this particular room fixed is because well, it definitely needed it and, we have wild dreams of maybe trying to sell the place in the somewhat near future. We hired a builder, he came over and did his business. His business of tearing down the whole ceiling, putting up two brand new beams, re framing the whole ceiling and then putting drywall back up and mudding and taping.



After



Once he got everything down he let us know what a wreck our house really was. None of the beams were physically attached to anything, you could just lift them up. The ceiling fans were not properly mounted, they were TAPED to the electrical box, there were HOT wires running throughout the wall with burn marks on them giving him the impression that they had been sparking within the walls. In other words, it was a hot mess.

Of course, my husband and I had to move completely out of the bedroom during this whole process. I set up shop in my little office and curled up on a mini-futon for two weeks (with a Chihuahua and a giant cat) and he made a bed in the basement. Let me just tell you, sleeping on a mini-futon with two pets is hell on the back.

I finally finished up the painting last weekend (I was grateful that it wasn't 100 degrees outside like it was when I originally painted the room) and we started moving back in. It's like a whole new bedroom, and now we don't have to worry about our ceiling collapsing on us in the night.

My next project is peeling wallpaper out of out half bath upstairs and replacing the ugly ass brass accents, getting a smaller sink/cabinet, and putting a new floor in. It's only taken me five years to get around to it, and it sucks. Now I know why I've waited so long.