Yesterday = epic. I worked on my proposal from 10pm until 4:45am. Then I put the computer down and got to business readying the house for the appraisal. Who needs sleep? (I do, actually. Desperately. Send help!) I do recall painting some trim and a few other small tasks, but I can't remember much else besides the seemingly infinite trips I took literally sprinting in and out of the house carrying tools, boxes of nails and armfuls of lumber.
Because we had to tear down the garage, we don't have a good place to store our tools and building materials right now. Considering we are just completing a major renovation and there are still some details to attend to, our loan officer said it was in our best interest to make sure there wasn't a trace of any of those things in the house so it would appear to be more "finished." If we brought an appraiser into an active construction zone, he might declare the house unfinished and therefore render us ineligible to refinance. So we rented a POD, which is functioning as a workshop and storage shed for now (we're hoping to build a new garage sometime in the next year or two) and have moved operations outside. Anyway, time was ticking and I had to hustle. Ez was busy finishing up a few projects (like installing T-molding around the slate entry pad), so it fell to me to organize like things into boxes as quickly as possible, haul them down the front steps and into the POD, and sprint back to do it again. I did this for three straight hours and I'm confident I logged a good 5 miles in my work boots yesterday -- after not sleeping the night before.
The appraiser was expected at 10am, and Ez wrapped up his projects with 15 minutes to spare. He helped me vacuum, move the table back into the dining room (from the kitchen) and reconfigure the kitchen. The witching hour came, and the appraiser didn't show up. We kept cleaning. At 11 we got a call that he'd be there at 12. We took showers and kept tidying up, although steadily losing steam. By the time he arrived, we were sitting in the suddenly spacious kitchen sipping coffee, just waiting.
|View from the front door. Welcome! I still have a little trim painting to do on the ceiling, |
and apparently the door needs a good scrubbing.
|Coat closet and powder room doors in the entry.|
After he left, Ez and I hopped in the car and went to our favorite Mexican place for lunch. (I hadn't eaten since dinner the night before.) Then we went grocery shopping. I finally collapsed for a two-hour nap at 3pm while Ez picked up his laptop to catch up with work.
And now we wait.
In the meantime, I am feeling pretty proud of how hard we've worked to get through this phase, and I am thankful for my parents, who have gone above and beyond the past couple months to help us out -- my dad helping Ez with carpentry, and my mom watching Johnnie so I could paint. Group hug!