One evening while having dinner, your wife comes out with, "What do you think about remodeling the Kitchen?" To which you reply, "What's wrong with the one we've got?" After you asked, you realize, it was the worst thing you could have said..... Right? She screams, "I'VE HATED THIS KITCHEN, FROM THE DAY WE BOUGHT IT!" Now trying to control your temper, you ask, "Then why did we buy it?" Gritting her teeth your wife replies,"BECAUSE IT WAS ALL WE COULD AFFORD!" What can you say to that? "Ok honey! Lets do it." She comes to you with tears streaming down her face, while saying the three words that make you like mush, "I love you." Now the fun begins, trying to find a contractor. Your evenings are now filled with, your kitchen being measured, estimates, and promises, assuring their work is superb. After all is said and done; who to get your business? Having made the decision, every spare minute is now used running to the designer. With the design now chosen (Even with that done, there will be design changes. Trust me, been there, done that.), there's still lots more to do. Are you beginning to feel sorry you started this fiasco? You are now busy, using every free moment looking at counter tops, cabinets, and floors to coordinate it all. Even when all that's done, there will still be some last minute alterations, and unexpected expenses. Such as an electrician, plumber, sheet rocker, etc, etc. Oh did I mention the new lighting fixtures? See what I mean? One evening, returning from work, you're shocked at what you see. The kitchen is completely gutted, down to the wall studs, floor and ceiling joists. Continuing, you notice all the appliances are gone. Turning around you see that the refrigerator now has a prominent spot in your living room. The sight that really takes your breath away is in your dinning room. There's two card tables containing, a small tabletop microwave, toaster oven, coffee maker, and the piece de resistance, a two burner hot plate. Now a little disoriented, you inquire, " Where do we wash the dishes?" Giggling, you wife replies, " In the tub." Trying to regain your composure, you continue; " Do I dare ask, as to the expected time of completion ? " " I gave them a deposit today. It was explained that it takes four to six weeks for the cabinets to be delivered. So all in all, we're looking at least; two to two and a half months. " Now totally unnerved at what you've just heard. Studering you ask; " Y..you m..m..mean we have t..to live this way t..till then?" Seeing that you're totally aghast about the situation, your wife hugs you, as she promises: Trust me: It'll Be Worth It In The End.
Yours truly, Bruce Reechaard
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