Not Having Fun

In the midst of our meeting with the architect yesterday, discussing changes in the plans for plan check re-submit (demo'ing the concrete steps in the garage, and in-filling the door leading from the laundry room to the garage [leaving a single vertical stud, but with no wiring, so we can put the door back later if we want... 'oh, you'll want to...' David tells us]), I lost it. I blew up at him. Wasn't his fault. I'm just in a pissy mood as far as this remodel is concerned.

I don't want to move out.

I don't want to pay two mortgages.

I don't want to have to be out of my house.

I don't want to have to move back in.

I want to be on January in my new house, looking back on all this, being able to laugh at it.

I am not having fun. When we were planning, it was fun. It's not now. I hate it. The waiting. The limbo. The looking for a place to live in the meantime (yesterday's visit to a duplex was more than depressing: the bedrooms, all on the east side of the building (soaking up the summer heat) with no air conditioning, a kitchen no bigger than my walk-in closet, and the second story of a building the first story of which had bars on the windows. Great. And all for just 70 bucks a month less than for my freaking mortgage.

Later today I have to send out emails to the contractors, outlining the slight changes to the bids: the garage stuff, plus line-item-ing of the fire sprinklers as it looks like we might not need them.

Tomorrow we meat with Coastline... I think to accept their bid... though it may be to usher their subcontractors through (the call was a little hazy).

And we have to wait for Vinci the structural engineer to get the plans back to us... hopefully by Wednesday night (the changes according to David are minor), so we can resubmit on Thursday (the City sends out the plans ton Tuesday and Thursdays, and Tuesday is too much to hope for...).

The architect's faves Herman still hasn't called us at all. Not exactly winning us over.

Of course, right now I'm a pretty hard sell...