My mother-in-law once told me that she never considered divorcing my father-in-law until they renovated their home. She also commented that she would never (ever, ever) go through another renovation, even if she had to live in a hovel without one. I thought she was exaggerating until we recently renovated our master bathroom.
We had already taken out the garden tub, leaving part of the floor missing with many small holes and exposed pipes and wall. We wanted to replace the tub with a walk-in shower. Sounds simple enough, right?
We arranged for a contractor who would come in and start work when the shower arrived at the plumbing shop. We ordered the shower in June with expected delivery to be by mid-August. Mid-August arrived and gave way to the end of the month. We called the plumbing store. “It should be a couple more weeks.” September arrived and the shower was “on the next truck from the supplier.” By the end of September, I was getting pretty hot—our bathroom had been torn up for over three months. Finally, hubby dropped in the shop in October. The salesman went into the storeroom and there it was! Not where he expected it to be, he explained. Who knows how long it had been sitting back there?
We called the contractor to say the shower would be delivered the 
next week. No return call. We called again, leaving messages. We texted. Finally, because we had been given the contractor’s name by the plumbing company, we called them and asked that if they had contact with him to please ask him to call us. The plumbing company called back and said that the guy had another job and couldn’t do ours. Fortunately, they gave us another name and he worked with us. There were some other quirks and blips in the installation process, but at long last, by the end of October we had our shower. And it’s beautiful and wonderful. Having it is akin to giving birth in that all the pain of getting it here and installed is forgotten now that it’s over. Maybe all renovations are like that…?
What is your experience with renovations?
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