High and Low

I was thinking about our whole reno process now that we are through to the other end and was trying to think what my High and Low of the whole process were. So here they are...

HIGH-  Getting the kitchen backsplash done.  We hired a professional to finish this part for us because we didnt want to try tiling for the first time in such an important part of the house.  The reason this was a high for me was because at this point our list of things to complete in the house was under a page long. When starting with a book full of lists over a page long per room to be down to such a small number of tasks felt so easy and not stressfull in the least. The end was fully in sight and that would make anyone happy.

LOW-  There were many lol.  The obvious one for me was the only time I cried during this whole reno and it wasnt the worst thing to happen during the whole process by far but at the time I felt beaten.  Not to worry though because now it is one of our funny stories about the whole thing.  It was somewhere near the end of Phase 1 as we called it, the house had been gutted, drywall put up, mudded, sanded, primed...I was about a little under a month away from giving birth to Daniel and I was trying to get everything painted since I wouldnt be painting once he was here and renos would be at a standstill for a few months so I wanted to have all of the painting done. I had taken the time to have a shower and straighten my hair for the first time in a while since I was getting a little tired of the reno film over everything and had gotten everything completed except for the awkward part of the stairwell where one of us needed to prop a ladder on the stairs to reach the far part of the wall.  It was about 10 at night and we were both exhausted.  It making the most sense my husband was the one to climb the ladder to do the awkward part and I held the ladder just in case.  First thing to happen of course was a huge glob of paint fell from his brush and landed square on my head. I burst into silent tears with my husband staring down at me unable to see my face. A few moments later I get the question...are you laughing or crying?  Unable to even answer I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face and managed to get out,"keep painting".  Not a minute later another glob of paint falls.  It wasnt an angry moment, or one of the moments we felt we were in over our heads, it was pure exhaustion finally making its way to the surface.