Let me start by saying this was not my idea.
In no way, shape or form was I for this idea. As a matter of fact, I was pretty much against it the entire weekend.
I’m not saying it didn’t need to be done. But what I am saying is that it didn’t need to be done this weekend.
We did not discuss, plan for, or figure out all that would go into this project. And we didn’t factor in the 8 trips to Home Depot over a 2 day period of time.
Nope. None of that was discussed up front when I heard a voice on Saturday morning say: “I decided I’m going to replace this piece of rotted wood today.”
That little strip of trim is what was going to be replaced.
But you know how one thing leads to another and before you know it we had holes in our house. And this little hole isn’t even the extent of it. That board ended up being torn down as well which left a gaping hole on the back side of our house.
Ryan looked on with a concerned expression and asked several times over the weekend: “Daddy, why are you breaking our house?”
Needless to say that didn’t go over very well. Daddy was not having fun any more and wanted to be done with this little project of his. And don’t worry. I already warned him there would be pictures on the blog with a few “I told you so’s” thrown in for fun. He’s cool with it.
I’m not saying Jim isn’t good at what he does. He is. But sometimes he doesn’t put much thought into the pre-planning stages and he doesn’t realize how long, how expensive or how much time a project could potentially take.
So on Sunday night, 10 minutes before the rented nail gun thingy (that’s the technical term) needed to be returned, the holes were patched and the house was put back in order.
Well, minus the clean-up, the painting and the caulking.
Other than those things, we don’t have rotted wood anymore. And as a bonus the hedges got a trimming too. I was worried a few times that they were just going to be chomped down due to them being in the way.
But they survived. And so did all of us.
Delta was scared beyond belief over the nail gun. Not only did she escape the fence and take herself on a walk around the neighborhood on Sunday morning, she also looked for the furthest possible point from the nail gun she could find.
Well that is when she wasn’t sniffing around the insulation. I don’t even want to tell you how difficult it is to get it off a dog’s ear after it has dried.
Fun times, fun times.
Wish me luck now as I try to match the paint color of not only the trim, but of the actual house color too. I’d really hate it if we had to repaint the entire house over this project.