It was supposed to be an easy job. Rip up the carpet, lay the new oak laminate floor. Done in four or five hours.

Uh huh.

Sure.

“Honey, does it look like the floor’s bowing there by the window? Where’s your level?”

“Yep, it’s bowed alright. I bet I can just take up that top sheet and replace it.”

Uh huh.

Sure.

This is Phil showing Sam, our friend building the dormers, what we found under the floor.

This. This is what we found. Termite damage that the previous owner just left. Freaking left! Well, maybe he “tried” to fix it but it’s quite obvious he is a moron of the highest order! Keep scrolling down.
Yeah. This is NOT how you sister up the boards. I keep staring at Phil’s cute bum, but look at the THREE different pieces of wood there that were somehow supposed to support the floor joist.

See those new boards, the one my wonderful husband installed? They go from good wood to good wood. THAT’S the right way. (Or in this case, from good wood to wall!)

So this moron guy who used to own the house also used shims to level the floor and used scrap wood as cross members. Lord help us.

Oh and wait!! I forgot, they used tar paper under the multiple layers of linoleum.

Are you sick of the construction photos yet? You should be. I am.

I’m trying to be happy about all this change, but it’s tiring and I’m so done with the packing thing. Then there’s the banging upstairs and the cold and the dirt. Plus, I can’t go braless when people are here. That’s probably why I’m cranky.

So we’re at the point where it really doesn’t look like much has happened. But it has. There’s shingles on the outside. There’s a window in place. The wiring’s done. The yucky red carpet is gone. That’s the upstairs.

The bathroom downstairs is gutted and rewired and framed up and ready for the old tub and sink to be yanked out. We have to get the new shower, sink, and toilet upstairs working before we can do that though.

Of course, none of that is my work. I’ve been stuck in packing hell.

Alrighty! Here’s a photo of Zane’s (former!) room last week as I emptied it in anticipation of our friend Sam coming to use his mad construction skillz.

In case you missed last week or you’re too lazy to click here** to see last week’s post–I’ll update you. We’re moving, Sam is builiding two dormers in the upstairs, one will have a bathroom in it.

**Ha! I had to edit the post to put the link in because I was too lazy. Or I have a bad memory.