Our buyers' inspector then came and found several other projects he felt needed to be done, and their realtor brought us a list. We agreed to fix as many as we could, but as I started calling for quotes, the dollar signs just kept piling up. What had sounded like a few simple projects turned out to be much more complex when the pipes being worked on are nearing 100 years old. The first few quotes for our sewer line were double what we had been expecting! The other projects also seemed to be spiraling out of control. I was on the phone with contractors every day, trying to get better estimates and deals, seeing if there was a less expensive way to fix things while still doing it well.
Finally we settled on a contractor who gave us a very reasonable quote on our sewer and threw in the basement drain fix for free. One major project checked off. I was still on the phone constantly trying to work out the rest of the projects, trying to find out exactly what the inspector expected us to do and then explain that to the contractors, and then turn around and describe the contractor's plan back to the realtor. Chimney cap vs. mortar cap, black pipe vs. copper pipe, repair vs. replace vs. install. It was like an extended game of telephone in a foreign language. Looking back, I think the constant calling had me in a mild state of panic for a straight two weeks.
In the meantime, we took a break to bring the kids to North Dakota for our newest Godson's baptism, and then to Rapid City to spend almost two weeks with Grandma and Grandpa while we packed up our house and completed the move. We took Edith with us and got down to real business. I am so thankful that my three oldest were not there during those crazy days! I was able to keep focused on the work that needed to be done, without having to worry about whether my kids were getting enough attention or whether I would snap at them after a stressful phone conversation. It was amazing. They had a super fun time, and I ... well ... I was very productive.
|I sent this selfie to the kids to show them what they were missing|
Tons of friends and family came to help us move our belongings from the garage into the house, organize our kitchen, move furniture, and do whatever we asked them to do. I was so relieved to finally be in our home, I could barely function. After most everyone cleared out, Paul went to smoke a celebratory cigar with two of his friends while I fell into bed and took a celebratory snooze. All night.
I slept well.