Confession: I hate when my PiggyToes pick up anything from our hardwood floors. Food crumbs. A piece of a leaf. Dirt tracked in from shoes… I have an internal tantrum. This is just me being real with you; no judgment right? So I vacuum, swiffer and use Bona floor cleaner on my floors coooooonstantly.
I tell you this because you can imagine what happened when a layer of mortar dust covered every floor, wall and piece of furniture on our first floor after one of our porch projects began.
I threw a mini 30 year old fit.
I wasn’t prepared.
The project was poorly planned.
I promise that I did try not to make a big deal out of it after my internal struggle but the reality was that I had just spent time cleaning the house and even took my supplies outside where I cleaned the porch, wiped the window seal, the furniture, swept the floor, watered the flowers, the hanging baskets, the plants…
It was pretty.
And for whatever reason, when the boys are happy, fed and dressed, the house is clean, the laundry is done and my car is semi-put together, my life just feels like it’s in order.
Because I know what it feels like to have those things be a wreck. I lived that way for 60+ days. And it makes you feel like your life is a mess. It’s not a good feeling.
So, not even 24 hours after taking that photo, unbeknownst to me, this happened…
I was in my pajamas in the family room reading a book to Mario. It was early. I’m not sure how I missed hearing a truck pull onto the driveway… or furniture being moved… Blame it on morning bliss with 3 monkeys? I missed it.
I went upstairs to put real clothes on and came down to find a worker at my front door asking to plug an extension cord in my entryway. Sure! Clearly, my head wasn’t on straight because using the outlet inside meant that the door needed to be cracked.
After breakfast, the boys and I left the house to do a few errands while three hard working men
used little saws
to cut out the old mortar
around every piece of stone on the porch
and then they swept with hand brushes,
and then mixed new mortar
and began to fill the cracks.
When the boys and I returned home about an hour later, our home was surrounded by a cloud of dust.
And I can’t even begin to tell you what the first floor looked like with the door cracked open.
I could’ve cried… All of my hard work spent cleaning and now I had to do it all. over. again.
Listen to me. I am very happy this project is happening. Very excited to have a fresh and ‘new’ porch floor.
But let this be a mini lesson to you in renovation communication.
Communication is KEY to a successful project.
Our time is precious and project preparation is really important.
I knew this project was going to happen at some point but I didn’t know it was happening on that particular day. Had I known, I would have prepped the windows and doors by taping them off and I would have used my brain as to never letting the door be cracked for an extension cord. Early morning decisions like that are just bad when you aren’t thinking straight with 3 littles running around.
Learn: Communicate. Plan. PREP. And all will be good.
No communication? Poor planning? No prep?
You’ll probably feel like you’re going to lose your marbles.
‘Wine and Wipe’ Party? Anyone?
Bring a towel and a bucket. I’ll fill the bucket with water and a glass with wine and well, you can figure out the rest!
Project Update: The porch has been ‘washed’ and is currently drying. The furniture cannot be put back in place for a few days but this is the result; we are very pleased!