We are now entering week 6 of a “3-4 week”kitchen renovation. For the bulk of that time, we have been without use of our kitchen and our appliances, our garage (where some supplies and new appliances are kept,) our back porch, almost the entire back yard, half our driveway (where the dumpster is) and a good part of our sanity. Our days have been longer, as we have to drop the dogs off each morning, before work, at my mother’s, and pick them up again on the way home. Since we have no fridge, we’ve lived out of a cooler, so we have to get ice every other day, and eating at home has been a challenge, never mind eating even remotely healthy. We have been given a 4th deadline of “by the end of this week.” (After being told 3 weeks, then 4 weeks, then 5 more days). The guy who’s doing the work is here 6 days a week, so we’ve only had one day a week with the house to ourselves for the last month and a half. We thought the money we shelled out for the kitchen was hefty, but turns out the price we’ve paid for this renovation was much higher than we expected. My home is my sanctuary, and having that disrupted has really put me through an emotional ringer. We also have several issues with our contractor, but we’re just biting our tongues and trying to grin and bear it until we get our house back.
Worth it? Absolutely not.
Regret it? Absolutely.
Will I ever do it again? Hell no!
Here’s hoping this is the last deadline we’re given for this project. I really don’t think I can handle another week of this.