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Life is hard when your bathroom becomes your kitchen.
We just had new flooring installed in the kitchen, a bathroom, 1/2 bath and foyer.
What a mess to clean up afterwards. Dirt/dust all through the house.
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Floor is being finished today. We're paying through the nose for this remodel, but the workers are complete pros and I'm grateful for that. They turned our apartment into a plastic tunnel like place that kinda hard to describe - but we have zippered plastic doors on 3 openings surrounding the area around the kitchen. It's spotless outside. They're impeccably clean workers. I was impressed to see that when they demoed the old cabinets and walls, they took everything outside and busted it up in their truck. Not in my place, nor even the street. They are ultra respectful workers.
We're into week 2 now. Hoping this doesn't go much longer. Toughest part is traveling between those zippered doors whenever water is needed for rinsing, drinking, or whatever. I'm thinking we should stop soaking our plates in the toilet bowl too, I don't think it's the best way to get the job done. We're workin on it though....
Oy....
As we speak there are several contractors at my house.
Plumber
General contractor adding a few things and rebuilding a few things.
Vinyl guy working with the general.
Pool guy - replacing the liner, pump and salt filter system.
Gutter guy finishing up new gutters.
HVAC guy is fixing some sort of "stuck valve" on my two year old upstairs unit.
What do you even call the guy who puts a dehumidifier and seal under your house in the crawlspace? Whatever he is, he's there too.
My wife went home for lunch. Our driveway is 50 yards long. She had to park by the mailbox. It's like a county contractor's association meeting is being held at my house. All of them were having a good chuckle with her when she walked down the driveway. She asked how many pizzas it would take to feed everyone. (Knowing her, she probably actually wound up ordering pizzas.)
All that being said, I bet having no kitchen is even worse.