Any Moment Now

Jul 6, 2014 by admin

On January 2, just one day after the New Year, demolition and renovation began in the new home my husband and I purchased. We bought the house so that my parents could live comfortably with us in a new, lower level apartment. The project, while huge, was also fraught with problems unique to hiring the exactly wrong contractor. I’m told that renovations under even the best circumstances are difficult. The circumstances within which we found ourselves were akin to putting out small fires with little more than the fearful tears they provoked. It sucked. As far back as March, my older son Ryan began asking me, jokingly at the time, if whether our house would be ready for him and his family come July. He is a college football coach and his schedule during the…