I'd pull out my hair if I could get a grip on it...
So, we live in a nice 1926 2-story craftsman style house right across from the city park. The wife doesn't want to move even though she'd like central air (don't have it) and some improved "amenities" and less space to care for (the 3 kids are all gone). I'd like a more rural atmosphere. BUT, we do need to improve things to make the place salable anyway... hence the bathroom upgrade.
My dear wife, bless her heart, hires somebody to do the project who has good references but suddenly I have to be present because I "know" what's going on and can answer questions. I must not know
much because when I suggest a single sink, the wife says no. When I suggest no drawers because the pipes (my technical term, I really know little about plumbing) under the sink will interfere with the drawers, the wife says no. When I change the order for the vanity and order drawers at one end and not the other (where the service connections come through the wall) she was upset. So, today, after our contractor couldn't get a plumber to come to the job and we could, the plumber says, that ain't goin' to work. *sigh*
And there is the toilet as well. The contractor removed the old toilet and apparently there is an expected "flange" which I never saw. That is missing (so, you can't get another one?) And then the contractor ran the tile too close to the toilet drain (so that needs to be cut/broken up). The plumber is talking about coming up from the first floor to replace pipe... *sigh*
While I've lived in much worse conditions for longer it is a pain to have 1/2 the bath downstairs and the other (the shower) upstairs for 2 months. It is really frustrating to, as little as I actually know about the trades, to have been consistently ignored and now be paying the price for same.
Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. If this wasn't going to cost me more than $700 MORE than expected, it would be funny, I think, in a twisted sort of way... jeez...
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