The money pit

It's Saturday morning, Nate is ripping up the twelve hundred layers of laminate, particle boards, and paneling. Suddenly he calls for me and shows me a sea of termites crawling around on the actual first floor. I call Terminix and their systems are down so they can't quote me or anything. Nate reminds me about a member of our ward who does pest control, so I call him.

Chat, chat, chat...."treating a house will cost over $1,000"...blah blah, I go blank, want to cry. I'm wondering if this is indeed an infestation or did they just show up. We had a termite inspection before we bought the house and it came up clean. As I write this Nate is still talking on the phone with Adam and I want him to get off so I can curl up and cry! One part of me is saying to calm down, it's a good thing we are tearing the floor up, otherwise we wouldn't have this discovery but then the other part of me is knocked down.

Last night I couldn't control my excitement on the bathroom and how it will look when it's done. I mentioned how I was going to give birth in their with the new plan, the layout is way more spread out.

Notice the divider wall has since been removed, the toilet is outside with the tub. Nate also ripped out the sink area. When we get this floor situation taken care of  I have high hopes about what a beautiful bathroom it will be. I just hope termites or rotten wood don't get the best of me.

This will be OK. This will be OK. We have our health, and family. A house is just a house, it will be fine. Besides look at this man who I have by my side to make me laugh through the crazy house episodes....(Ignore the baby trying to escape jail behind us)