The CRUNCH: Sharing the load. CRUNCH deets: You both agreed. He’d take Saturday morning and you’d do the Sunday shift. But it’s been week after week after week of him forgetting/not waking up/ignoring your baby’s cries, until you’re forced to … Continue reading
The CRUNCH: Back-to-fall-insanity. CRUNCH deets: It’s the fourth week of school and it’s taking its toll. Homework and programs have barely begun, yet here you are ordering takeout every other night. The nights that aren’t takeout? Cereal. So with your … Continue reading
It’s been a pipe dream for months, or, er, years. But finally (finally!) the time has come. We’re talking major renovation, baby. You love wearing that tool belt as much as your better half, but between looking after the kiddos and the thought of, ya know, burning down the house, well… there’s no shame in admitting you need backup. As in professional help. So… where to begin?
Don’t watch the clock.
We’ve been packing our bags for a while now. Not because we’re headed anywhere fun or exotic, nothing as exciting as that, but because a project we started over a year ago and ramped up five months ago has now officially begun. Woot! Our basement that once looked something like this:
Here’s the gist of what we’ve learned so far:
- It’s never too early to start. One of us was hugely pregnant last spring, and the other one had just landed a new job, so a renovation was definitely not at the top of our priority list. But we knew that if we wanted to stay in this house for the long haul, we’d eventually have to tackle the basement. With its super-low ceiling height and only one shower in the house… need I say more? So we started collecting contractor referrals and hashing out ideas, knowing it’d be a loooong time before we could act on anything. When the time came, we knew exactly who to call and exactly what we wanted… well, sort of.
- Patience really is a virtue. Just because we were ready to take the plunge doesn’t mean our contractor of choice was. We called him in February only to discover that he was about to have major surgery. No prob though, we weren’t in a huge rush and figured that by calling him in winter our basement would be donezo by the following winter… right?!
- Ask questions. And did we mention patience is a virtue? When our contractor finally stopped by post-recovery, he wanted drawings done up before he could even begin to put together a quote. If we’d been a little more inquisitive during our first conversation, we’d have had a month-long headstart. Whoops.
- Don’t be afraid to draw on resources. Hiring someone to do our drawings would have cost almost as much as our bathroom budget. We know our way around a tape measure, my Dad’s CAD-savvy and was willing to help out, and a friend of ours is a licensed Engineer with a lot of experience. We both studied Engineering at school, so it’s nice to put our combined decade of University to good use (especially since we’ve pretty much retired our iron rings). Ernie did the calcs and the detailed design, calling on our friend as needed, and it took only two trips to city hall to get the permits. We were turned away the first time because we needed a better land survey, and luckily our (non-crotchety) neighbour had a copy he didn’t mind sharing. Another neighbour’s an architect and was willing to hash out a few ideas with us so… we definitely owe a few favours.
- Shop around. Once we had our pre-permit drawings, our contractor returned a few times to review/assess/crush our dreams. He was convinced we wouldn’t be able to relocate our furnace, and that was a critical element of our design. So we got a second opinion. And a third. And a fourth. And even a fifth. Five quotes later and it was easy to pick the winner. Only problem was, he could do the first phase of the project but didn’t have time to take on the finishing work. Doh.
- Adapt. Our busy contractor came highly recommended from a super reliable source, invited us to a site where he was in the middle of almost the exact same job, and gave us the best price. So it was a no brainer. At the end of his shift we’ll have a concrete dungeon but at least it’ll have eight foot ceilings (yay!), the furnace exactly where we want it (out of the way), and something we never even imagined would be possible: no columns.
- Do what you can. We were quoted around five thou for demolition. Our contractor’s too booked to do the demo, but he’s also an honest guy and told us it wasn’t worth paying anyone else for that portion of the project. Between wielding our own crowbars and all the people we called on for help along the way, we’ve already saved close to ten grand. Not too shabby.
- Save your sanity. We had A LOT of stuff to relocate. So we Goodwilled/tossed as much as possible, maxed out all the storage space in our house/garage/deck, and created a wall of bins in the dining room for everything else. It’s tight, but at least it’s relatively out of the way. And even though at times it feels like a bomb’s exploded, holding onto any little corner of zen goes a long way. For me, zen means making our bed, keeping the kitchen table completely clear of clutter, and closing my eyes to almost everything else.
Even a minor renovation can be stressful, so a major one… major stress. But if you take the time to do your homework, ask around, and remember to breathe, it’ll help. Also won’t hurt if you can avoid a week when you’d planned to kick that caffeine addiction/finally unwrap the P90X DVD’s/potty train.
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I’m having a bad, bad day.
The house is a mess, kids are already bored, you’ve been hit by a summer cold, and your better half’s on a business trip. Gru’s not the only one about to go off the deep end if he doesn’t get his way… especially if the matinee’s sold out AGAIN.
Flip the switch.
June’s been our cruelest month this year. It started with a Very Hungry Caterpillar party for our youngest, ended with a SuperHero party for our oldest, and in between I got laid out by a back injury and yet another pesky virus, had to deal with a crotchety old neighbour, attended far. too. many end-of-year concerts/field trips/graduation parties, and was shocked by the theft of our beloved double stroller from our porch. At ten o’clock in the morning! And a non-crotchety younger neighbour confronted the guy and he STILL took it and fled. Despicable.
So, between the exhaustion and the stress, it’s been kinda hard to stay positive. But, imagine you can hear my big sigh of relief here, it’s now July. So we get a reprieve from the school lunches, school runs, school events, school work… basically from school. I’m taking a minute to smell the fresh-cut grass and enjoy the breeze blowing through the house, and it’s got me thinking about how to break outta the negativity rut. Here’s what to do if you’ve got a frown to turn upside down:
- Cut back on junky food. Feeling grumpy means less will-power, more chocolate, and a vicious cycle. I always have room for diet tweaking… once the birthday cake’s finished, natch.
- Sleep. So simple, so effective, and yet so hard for me to convince the night owl within.
- Reduce the caff and the red. I’ll stick to one morning coffee and skip my nightcap to avoid being crankier than our birthday boy was at his party (definitely a CRUNCH for another day).
- Amp up the H2O. If I don’t track it, I won’t remember to drink my daily seven glasses. Well, I’ll remember, but between “Wow, she just learned to crawl and she made it all the way to the stairs!” and “I need a wipe,” you know what’s getting ignored (Hint: It’s NOT the baby about to attempt her first Everest). I’m not talking a tracking app here peeps, I like to old-school it to keep it simple.
- Meditate. If I’m extra irritable I’ll stretch for ten minutes beforehand (which also helps my back… gotta love taking out two birds with one yoga ball).
- Improve that exercise regimen. Seeing as how I worked out a grand total of three times during the month of June, this shouldn’t be too difficult.
- Lean on… everyone. Hanging out with a friend always makes me feel better, and sending the kids for a sleepover at Grandma’s is a win-win-win.
- Peruse that positivity journal. Reading something hilarious my kids said a year, or even a month, ago… awesome.
- Skip the chore chart to get something else done. A recent playdate coincided with a crazy long baby siesta, leaving me relatively child-free for a few hours. My options were to clean yet another toilet or to build the spice rack I’d been dreaming about. It still makes me smile when I walk in the kitchen.
- Eliminate any triggers that can be controlled. Much like not buying junk food will get you a little further in not eating junk food, not holding onto stuff that gets your back up will help you… not get your back up. It’s as easy as Goodwilling that toy vacuum cleaner that’s louder and more annoying than the real vacuum, or recycling that stack of House & Homes that seem to be laughing at you whenever you walk into your very un-H&H home. For example.
- Make a rule for when those crummy thoughts start to creep in. Guys, this is THE MOST IMPORTANT thing to keep in your back pocket if you want to flip any bad-habit switch. As in “When I can’t get the stroller-stealer-jerk out of my mind, I’ll go tend to the tomato plants,” or “When my neighbour gives me the stink eye, I’ll start singing with my son,” or even “When I feel sorry for myself because my life is just so hard, I’ll remember Steve Biko.” The list of names with the Cry Freedom credits… gets me every time.
When you’re stuck, it helps to get back to basics by eating right, getting enough sleep, and taking a break. But when the basics aren’t enough, figuring out what distraction techniques will work before the problem hits means you know exactly what to do when it all starts to go downhill. No steamrollers or freeze rays required.
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