We are now closing out our third week of home ownership, and we are still living in the apartment. The electricians have not been here since Tuesday. Jason called the company on Thursday and gave them a sample of Extra Spicy Taylor. Bottom line – they won’t be working any faster, and they’ll need another 2-3 weeks to finish.
A few people have asked why the rewiring process necessitates us being out of the house.
The first thing they did was remove every outlet, every light switch, and every light fixture in the house. So even if the power was running to, say, the kitchen, there are no light fixtures to turn on, no switches with which to turn them on, and no outlets for things like coffee makers. On top of that, all the furniture must be kept away from the walls so that the electricians can access them.
We have this. Everywhere.
Upstairs, the new wiring has been roughed in – which means that instead of what you see above, there are gray plastic boxes in the holes:
The once and future light switch, folks.
They are juuuuust starting work on the downstairs. In the foyer, for example, we’ve gone from this:
To this. The hole above is on the right below:
Part of my frustration is that I have absolutely no idea what a reasonable time for rewiring should be. We were not on-site for the rewiring at our previous house, and I don’t remember how much time it took. Additionally, all I can see is the wires poking out from the walls – there’s a whole network behind the walls, in the attic, and under the floors that I CAN’T see. And they had to go in and replace all of that, as well.
I get upset when I think about school starting and the kids having to sleep on air mattresses in the guest house. I get upset when I have to plan meals carefully, because we have a small refrigerator and small storage space. WILL I EVER GO TO COSTCO AGAIN???
Mostly I get upset when I go to the big house and see our forlorn piles of boxes, which we will STILL have to unpack when they’re done. I would love to go ahead and paint over there, but the crew is not done putting holes in the walls.
This is our living room, plus all the porch fans. Classy.
My big, beautiful, light-filled kitchen, which looks like something out of Hoarders.
And Hazel’s room, now with 150% more holes in the walls.
It will be okay.
I keep telling myself that. Relatively soon, all this will be over. Relatively soon, we’ll be living in our house with new, safe wiring. Relatively soon, we will be able to laugh about this.
Soon, but probably not today.