I am going completely crazy with the renovations.
I’m beginning to think that I just don’t have
the patience necessary to put up with long-term renovations.
When we first got here in May and realized the
true extent of the work that needed to be done in this house, I felt
overwhelmed.
Very, extremely overwhelmed
in fact.
But at the same time I was
ready to jump in head first and tackle the job, excited to see the results of
our hard work.
I knew that we had months of work ahead of us but I figured
I would feel better about the whole thing as we progressed and finished some of
the most essential rooms (i.e. living/dining room, our bedroom, the kitchen and
the bathroom). I thought we would work
really hard to get those rooms done first as they were the most important and
then afterwards we could tackle things like the entryway, the hallway, the
stairwell, the water closet (because do you really need nice walls to take a
shit?), the guest bedroom and my office (because I didn’t need the walls and
baseboards to be painted in order to be able to work in there). Boy was I wrong on how this would go. And now, 2.5 months into the renovations, we
literally still do not have a single room that is entirely completed. And it is really starting to wear on me and
stress me out.
The stairwell
The guest bedroom
The upstairs hallway
You see, I am very organized by nature. I like to sit down, make a detailed plan, make
a to-do list, and then follow it as closely as possible. I like to have an idea of when something is
going to happen, how it will happen and who is going to do it. I don’t like to jump in head first without having
a decent plan. I also am very
independent by nature and like to have control over my own life. Suffice it to say that these renovations are
far from organized (in fact, disorganized doesn’t even begin to describe this
whole chaotic mess) and they have entirely stripped me of my independence and
control. I am less than happy with the
whole situation but unfortunately there is very little I can say or do about it
because, well, first of all, we don’t own the house and we don’t have the means
or desire to buy this house right now. Since
this is my in-laws house (or at least it eventually will be once they sell
another house they own and buy up the rest of the parts of this house from the family),
they are in control. They are the ones
paying for the majority of the renovations because if we ever decided we didn’t
want to live in Bordeaux
or Lionel is unable to find a job here, it would still be their house and they
would rent it out. They are the ones who
want to buy it because my father-in-law grew up in this house. So they are the ones who have to put the money
into fixing walls, building a kitchen, remodeling the bathroom, etc. Which literally means that I have absolutely
no control over anything that is happening in the house in which I am forced to
live. There are only two bright sides -
they do not expect us to pay them any rent until the work is completed and my
French renovation vocabulary has expanded ten-fold.
Now, seeing as I am going insane and can’t take it anymore,
it would be easy to say that we should just go rent an apartment for a year
until the work is completed. Except that
right now, there is no way anyone would rent us an apartment. My company is still not set up and even then I
question whether an auto-entrepreneur
status is secure enough to get us a lease. Not to mention the fact that Lionel doesn’t
have a job yet. So we are basically
stuck in renovation hell with no plan and no end in sight.
But anyway, back to the renovations. Now I don’t want it to sound like I don’t like
my in-laws because that is far from the truth.
But they are driving me crazy right now.
My father-in-law absolutely refuses to sit down together and make a plan
of action. He just ignores everyone else’s
advice or criticism and he won’t work as a team. It’s his way or the highway and he wants to be
the only one to do the work. So, instead
of having a well thought out course of action and all working together as a
team to get this done as quickly as possible, he shows up every weekend and
starts working on whatever he feels like working on that day with no rhyme or
reason. It really seems to depend on
which way the wind is blowing at any given moment and he jumps from room to
room doing a little bit here and a little bit there but never actually
completing a single space. He also won’t
give anyone else any direction and sometimes tries to keep us from even being
able to help out with anything (like when he takes all the tools we need home
with him so we can’t do anything during the week). Between all of that and the fact that half of
what he does is just illogical and on a whim, I am pretty much ready to explode
from the frustration of it all.
A few examples of the most annoying moments of the
renovations:
- The
day he decided that he would rent a sander and sand down all of the
hardwood floors in the house, stopping all other renovation work and
making a ton of noise on a weekday when I was trying to work and call
clients on the phone. We hadn’t
even been talking about redoing floors anytime soon and now all the floors
are sanded, but not refinished. We
still have plaster to sand and painting to do which is all getting stuck
on the sanded floors (because my father-in-law basically refuses to
protect anything before working) meaning we will have to sand them again
before they can be refinished.
- The
day he decided to paint the ceiling in the kitchen but not protect
anything. By the time we found out
what he was up to all the appliances, dishes, silverware, table, fruits
and veggies, etc were covered in paint splatter (because we currently don’t
have any kitchen cabinets to store anything in so it’s just a mess
anyway). So when he finished we
spent hours trying to scrub everything down and get the paint off the food
and dishes. Would have been much faster
to just move everything out of the kitchen or cover it all in plastic.
- The
entire weekend (two eight-hour days, people) he spent sanding two exposed
and painted pipes in the kitchen to the point that now all of the original
copper is exposed. Great, I knew we
needed to sand the exposed pipes so that when we repaint them the paint
sticks, but we didn’t need to sand through 3 layers of old paint, down to
the copper. It just needed to be
roughed up a bit. Not to mention
the fact that we lost an entire weekend on two pipes.
- The fact
that he has spent at least three full weekends working on the walls in the
tiny water closet. Ok, yes, it
needed to be done eventually, but I would much rather have a kitchen
first. And three full weekends on
such a tiny space…
- When I
almost lost it a few weekends ago I decided that I needed a project to
keep my mind off this disaster, so I decided to start filling holes,
sanding walls and painting my office. The walls were in pretty good shape, so
getting them ready for paint wasn’t supposed to be a big issue and it was
something I could easily manage on my own. At least I wouldn’t have to just sit
there and watch the renovation nightmare downstairs. So I worked my butt off getting my office
done as quickly as possible and then last weekend, when we went to the
beach, my in-laws were going to take the heater down from the wall so we
could paint behind it. When we got
back Sunday night I thought I would just have to throw some paint up in
that small space and the everything but the baseboards and hardwood floors
would be done. Instead, my
father-in-law decided to literally destroy all of my hard work, filling
imaginary holes all over the room and making a mess of the walls that I
had already painted. So this week,
I’ve spent all of my time after work sanding down his absolute disaster
and repainting everything I had already painted. And trust me, Lionel and I both agree it
was better before his dad touched it. One step forward, two giant leaps back.
Well, that’s just a few examples, and trust me there are
many, many more. Lionel has all but
stopped working on the house because he is so frustrated with the lack of
organization and logic and I’m slowly going insane and broke down in tears last
night from the stress and frustration of it all.
My office, right after I started working on it
The water closet
I knew it was going to be a long process, but I really wish
we could just sit down and all talk about it and make a plan for moving
forward. I would really, really like to
focus on the kitchen and bathroom because I would love to be able to store my
food in the kitchen rather than in the garage (I’ve already found spiders
crawling on it and it’s just dirty!). Not
to mention the fact that I have boxes of kitchen stuff sitting on the floor in
my bedroom because I have no where to unpack it all and I don’t want to keep it
in rooms that we still have to do a lot of work in. And I’ve missed all the good deals during the
soldes for various kitchen appliances because I have no where to put it.
I would also love to be able to store all of my stuff in the
bathroom, but at the moment there isn’t enough space because my in-laws have
toiletries here and we don’t have any real bathroom furniture. My in-laws don’t want to put any furniture in
there until my father-in-law tiles the rest of the bathroom, all the way up to
the ceiling. Plus, I would really love
to have a sink with a normal faucet rather than one faucet for hot water and
one for cold water that never mix together.
But I guess for now warm water is just a dream! A shower head that is high enough on the wall for
Lionel and I to fit under would be delightful as well! Not to mention somewhere to hang our towels…
The shower
The bathroom
Another thing that just makes this hard is they keep getting
my hopes up only to dash them.
A month
ago we rushed over to
Brico Depot as soon as I got off of work to go look at
kitchens, decide what we wanted, and start pricing it.
My father-in-law was also talking about
painting the kitchen that weekend.
We
spent all of Friday night looking at kitchens, planning the layout and pricing
the different elements.
So naturally, I
thought that that weekend we would paint the kitchen and get it ready so that
the following weekend we could pick up the elements and start installing.
But since then, over a month later, nothing
has happened except sanding the pipes.
Not
another word has even been spoken about finishing the kitchen.
Same thing with the bathroom. Two weeks ago I was dragged out of the house
on a Saturday morning to rush over to Brico Depot so we could buy the new
furniture and tiles for the walls and shower. We ended up walking out of the store with two
boxes of tiles, just enough to complete the shower (because the shower tiles
are a different size than the rest of the tiles in the bathroom). The store was out of the tiles we needed for
the rest of the bathroom, but the store in Biganos, near my in-laws house, had
plenty in stock. So they were supposed
to pick them up last week and bring them here to tile the bathroom last
weekend. I had my hopes up that if I
didn’t have a kitchen, I would at least have the bathroom by now. But no, nothing has been said about it since,
no other tiles have been purchased, and the tiles for the shower are still
sitting in their boxes in the garage. I’m
seriously considering watching a how-to video online and trying to tile myself. I wonder how that would turn out.
Now, I don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat or anything. I do understand that we are very luck to have
a house to live in and that we don’t currently have to pay any rent. We are also lucky that we don’t have to pay
for all these renovations. But I can’t
help but feel like we would be much further along, especially with the
essentials, if we had just made a plan first. I desperately want to have a kitchen installed
and I would happily pay for it (not a cuisine
intégrée of course because I would want to be able to bring the cabinets
with me if we ever moved) but my in-laws insist on putting in a cuisine intégrée, though they won’t
actually just do it or give a timeline, so I guess I have to hope to have a
kitchen before the end of 2013? And it’s
not like it’s going to be that expensive because we were going to buy the
kitchen elements from Brico Depot and build and install it ourselves. If it means I can have a kitchen next week I’ll
happily pay for most of the elements they were planning to buy, I’m just not
going to buy and install a four
encastrable, des plaques encastrables et une lave-vaiselle encastrable
because then I would never be able to take the elements to another place and I
don’t want to spend all of that money when we have a perfectly good cuisinière and the lave-vaiselle can wait another few months. Though who knows, in another few weeks I
might just break down and go and buy all of it so I can have a kitchen already.
But anyway, in hopes of not sounding like a completely
ungrateful little bitch, I think I’m going to stop there. Plus this post is getting ridiculously long
and ranty. I desperately needed to get
some of that off my chest, and since talking to my parents and friends about it
hasn’t made me feel better, I was really hoping writing about it would. Though clearly I was wrong because I can feel
my blood pressure rising as I type and all of my frustrations are threatening
to explode once again either into an angry fit of screaming or uncontrollable
tears of stress. At this point I just
feel completely not in control, entirely dependent on others, extremely
frustrated and just plain stuck, trapped. But there is nothing for me to do but swallow
my pride, keep my mouth shut, continue finding projects that I can do without
any help and hope for the best. One
thing is for sure though, I never again in my life want to live through such
extensive DIY renovations!
