We’re deep into the remodeling portion of the house. My parents, bless their hearts, are here for the better part of next week to help us sheetrock the front room (my dad used to work in construction). It’s going pretty well, although I am feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment. Here’s where I stand:

Finished:

Tenting of the house and all drywood termites killed.
Bought a mattress for the guest room off of Craigslist. Brand new (still in the bag) and half price and darn comfortable.
Bought a new wall oven, which I’m thrilled about. It was half price, a total steal, and is awesome looking.
Bricks in the fireplace, which were covered with smoke and ash, are cleaned.
Chimney has been swept.
Ugly 70s wood paneling in the front room is GONE and insulation put in. Sheetrock should be up by tomorrow.
Ugly 80s bunny wallpaper in the guest room is GONE.
All room colors are picked, except for the dining room and kitchen, which is still a mystery to me.
The 75 fire detectors that the previous owner had up are down.

Things that still have to be done before we move in on November 17:

Subterranean termites have to be killed.
Ugly cypress trees have to come down.
Hole under the eaves as to be patched.
Living room has to be completely sheetrocked, textured, and painted. (Thank you Dad!)
All the rest of the house has to be prepared for painting.
Guest room and my office have to be painted. Maybe the master bedroom.
I have to pick paint colors.
Kyle has to wire the house with Cat 5.
Hardwood Brazilian cherry floors have to be put in the house. (Going to be gorgeous.)

Maybe what’s getting to me is that there are a zillion details to attend to. Maybe I had to come home (to my rental) and have a break today because I spent hours pulling staples, push pins, screws, nails, hooks, fire detectors, and molly bolts out of the walls. I am a macro thinker ! All ideas and story telling and philosophy about life in this brain, not the microscopic details of tenants in a rental who screwed a hook in the wall or decided to hang a poster with staples. Exhausting, I tell you.