This house turned out to be way way more of a fixer upper than we had any idea. We thought we’d slap a coat of paint on the place and be done. Then there was two months of wallpaper removal, replastering stairs, mold issues, windowsill repair, plumbing to be fixed, priming, and finally, finally, finally, we’re getting some paint on the walls.
The other day my Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and her son were over checking out our snail-esque progress. 4 year old Nephew saw all the construction mess, assorted bits of wallpaper detritus, construction paper protecting the floor, plaster dust everywhere, no furniture, and he held his hands out and asked, “where are the guys?”
I go, “What guys, dude?”
“The guys that did all this?” His mom started laughing because she never does anything to the house unless they can hire someone else to do it. And apparently nephew’s picked up on that fact.
I’m sure you can imagine my pride when I looked down at his chubby little face and said, “I did all this. I’m the guys.”
