“If you can make it through a home renovation project that you and your partner are working on together and still want to keep living in the same house afterward, that’s when you know that you are capable of facing come what may.”
This is an ongoing joke I make, especially when speaking to younger couples that are convinced they will reach their diamond wedding anniversary just because they managed to agree on their first shared couch. Although I laugh when I say it, I know what I am talking about.
That doesn’t mean just because you’ve made it through one, that any following ones get easier. Hubby and I have been working on finishing our basement over the last few months. Since we’ve done full renovation jobs before and know the back breaking, nerve wrecking labor that goes into them, we did hire contractors to do the walls and ceiling for us. We figured that we could save some cost on doing the flooring ourselves, especially since Hubby somehow knew exactly what needed to be done. Not that he’s done it before but then there is the God given male gene called ‘I don’t need instructions’.
But it’s not so much the actual task of laying flooring that is the greatest challenge, but more the dynamic of two very different but very confident personalities working together. Luckily, one of them is a female and therefore OK to step back and let the more experienced person take the lead (or at least realizes that not having any experience herself probably doesn’t make her the best leader in that situation). As one knows, luck only last that long. For that female, let’s take myself as an example, still has a perfectly intelligent mind, and on top of it sees anything as a process which if handled efficiently has a planning stage before the execution stage. So, before you start anything, you’ve gone through the process in your mind, have purchased anything you didn’t own yet, have looked for and assembled everything else you needed for the job before your hands are dirty and self leveling cement is flying around the walls.
Unfortunately, the leader, let’s assume Hubby, with another God given gene called ‘I know what I’m doing so why would I waste time thinking through the steps if I can just do them instead’-gene, does just that.
“Oh, now I need the trowel. Hon, can you run upstairs into the garage, I think it’s in the work bench.”
“Shoot, quick, get me some water and paper towels to clean the splash”
“You know what? I think I might need a vapor barrier. Love, can you drive to Home Depot and get some?”
Minute 45 (just after I arrive back with the purchase):
“We’ve got a problem, we’ve just run out of cement. I’m sorry but could you get me two more bags from the Depot?”
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