Its DEMO time!

After the wallpaper fiasco, we decide to come back and start the demolition of the master bedroom. Armed with a hammer in one hand and a crow bar in another, I attack the first wall. With a resounding crunch, I bust through the plaster, and hit wood. As I pull my crowbar out of the wall, with it comes a huge chunk of plaster and a ton of dust.

I instantly start laughing. The one thing I did not anticipate from this is that this would actually be fun! N looks over at me, winks (as yes, we are wearing face masks throughout this process) and says "Good job babe!" I go at my second swing with some gusto. CRASH! BANG! BOOM! I can't even tell you how satisfying this is! I feel like a kid who should be getting in trouble for putting a hole in the wall, but instead I am being encouraged!

The thrill lasts for an hour. And then reality sets in. Its now late November as we are starting this project, and N turned off the heat so the dust would not get in the vents. Its cold. And I am starting to get sore, not to mention that some wayward plaster connected directly with my foot. My hair is white from all the dust, and I start to think I need a shower pretty badly. Not to mention that its late, and I have to work tomorrow. "Can we call it a day N?". He (thankfully) says yes. I survey around. We accomplished demolishing 2 walls of plaster and lath up to N's arm reach. Fairly good progress.

In order to get rid of the plaster and lath, you have to call the city to have a dumpster dropped off. We don't have that yet, so we leave the plaster and lath in the middle of the room, and call it an evening. On our drive home, N and I discuss the day's work.

"Liv, I know that this is something that you did not sign up for, and this house is my responsibility. I love you, but I want to tell you that in order for me to not be living with you and your room mate, I have to put in more hours into the house than you seem to be able to do." N explains to me. This is a fair assessment. I physically cannot keep up with N, and besides, as much as I love him, I had a feeling that there would be plenty to do on Foo, and the demo of the master bedroom was just the beginning.

"N, you are right. My sister's boyfriend is an independent contractor, and is in hiatus from jobs right now. Why don't you call him, and he can assist with the demo of the room?" I suggest. N contemplates this thought, and decides its a good idea. One phone call later, and I have hired an independent contractor, J, to assist with Foo at the best price point possible - free! This also means that I just bought myself a couple of weeks "Foo-free" as its the busiest time at my work, and I needed to be there 110%. One problem solved!