I came home yesterday to find our kitchen 100% gutted—which is good considering our install is on for next Friday. Here are my concerns:
• You can see my bathtub from my kitchen—not actually in to the bathroom, but the entire underside of the tub.
• If you look under the tub, you can see my basement.
• What the hell is stopping the tub from falling in to the basement? One very large beam.
• Where the ceiling was torn apart, you can see the old roof which hasn’t been in use since, like, 1963.
• 2 items we collected from the rafters: a very old nipple for a baby bottle and piles of silly string. The only thing we can guess is that prior tenants shoved them in the walls upstairs and they drifted down.
• Hub insists that as a child he shoved many of his sister’s toys in the same walls. If doll heads fall out of my ceiling, I am leaving for good.
• My stove is covered in plaster and dust. I mean everywhere. This can not be good.
• Despite the use of a plastic partition, my living room is also full of dust.
• I’m pretty sure Hub isn’t making me a fancy breakfast on Sunday.
This is the worst project ever. Don’t buy a house that was built during WW2. Also---don’t remodel your kitchen.