Why I've Slept on the Couch for the Past Three Nights

No, Abel and I aren't in the midst of some sort of fight to end all fights. Not at all. Rather, our upstairs is pretty much a complete construction zone. We started emptying out the guestroom literally months ago and completely emptied it (even giving away several pieces of furniture including the guest bed) a few weeks ago. Abel pulled down the twice painted over wallpaper, leaving behind some really ugly paste residue. (Think: poop smeared walls.) And then we, er, he demoed the closets. In a war of attrition (the attrition of my ability to say "no" one more time) Abel won in his quest to demolish and rebuild the closets in the guest room and "master" bedroom. (Master in quotes because it's only unique characteristic is that it is slightly larger than the guest room.)

So, here's a brief summary of the project. Which, by the way, everyone, agrees with Abel is a GREAT idea. Everyone, that is, who DOES NOT have to have their life disrupted and sleep on the couch for five nights while it gets completed. Ahem.

Basically the guest room closet was approx. 1.5 times larger than the master closet. Thus, since we moved in, I've kept all my clothes in the guest room and Abel has kept his in the master. Now that Lucas is moving into the guest room, however, that won't work so well. I suggested that the solution was an armoire. Abel suggested that the solution was a sledgehammer and drywall.

The two closets shared interior walls. Abel tore all of these out, including the metal door frames for each closet door. (Metal door frames! Who ever heard of such a thing!) Currently, three very nice men are re-building these walls and door frames, etc. so that the guest room closet is small and the master closet is bigger. (I hate to say large because we're still talking about a house that was built in the 1940s and we didn't discover any hidden rooms or anything so the closet is still relatively small.)

Make sense? I didn't think so. Here's a visual.

See? The guest room closet is now small and the master closet is bigger. Or, they will be. In several more days. After I've slept on the couch a few more nights. And after dust and debris have left a fine film over the sheets currently covering all our upstairs furniture.

(And, also? I think this clearly illustrates why I am not an architect. Or designer. Or, even, why Lucas has to take my word on it when he asks me to draw a dog and he gets some sort of animal with four legs and a tail that doesn't really look much like a dog at all.)

I hate home improvement.

Original post by Smiling Mama. Thanks for reading!