About three seconds after we got the green light on the rough framing, I had the insulators and drywallers scheduled for installation. I am so ready to have walls– to move on to those fun projects like texturing, tiling, painting, furnishing– with the hopes that one day I won’t be living in a garage anymore.
The insulation was always going to be left to the professionals because we wanted expanding foam and I wanted not to suffocate myself in a housefull of infinitely multiplying suds, which was the likely outcome to that DIY scenario. It’s good to know your limits.
The drywall we were always a little up in the air on. I feel like I’m technically proficient at drywalling–I know how to get the boards up, the proper nailing pattern, how to tape and mud the seams– so professional help is more of a “want” than a “need.” But I also know that it took us from December 17th, 2009 to February 17, 2010 to drywall our 400 square foot garage apartment. So, we’d basically be looking at nine months of drywalling our 2000 square foot house. And then one of us would be looking at 9 years to life for murdering their significant other.
And we stared that happy scenario down for a while, wondering if it was worth the savings– dollars over sanity. And then the drywaller said, “It will take us three days.”
And since I could not wait any longer for those chalky white boards to go up (or to now have to work in a house where I can see my breath) I had a list of stuff to get done this weekend.
Like patching holes in the floor…
And nailing in fifty-six pieces of “blocking” for cabinets…
And running 350 feet of speaker wire…
And installing five exterior light boxes, and three exterior outlet boxes, plus accompanying wiring.
Since MysteryMan was dedicated to please–dear god–getting heat into the house, all of those miscellaneous items fell squrely on my shoulders. Which, let’s be honest, is just the way I like it.
And that took me Friday night, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday. But even so, I am not the hero of this weekend. Because even with all of that work, we still wouldn’t have been ready for insulation or drywall if it wasn’t for the Chief Shopvac-er who spent friday night, Saturday, and Sunday freezing her butt off in our 30-degree house cleaning up all of our junk and shopvacing every last inch of the house.
That’s my mom, folks. She’s like batman for cleaning — I put out the cry for help and she’s here.
Here’s one last look at our very clean and peacefull (if wall-less) house, before all hell breaks loose this week.
Kitchen (with blocking)
And those are the only rooms with working lights, so that’s all you get to see. Suffice it to say the master bath, full bath, and other bedrooms are all equally exciting.
It’s going to be an exciting week on the home-front!