Restoration Progress

About 4 months ago I decided I was fed up with the terrible restoration company for giving us the run around and not showing up to finish all of the work that needs to be done a year after they moved us back home. Turns out they had spent all of the insurance money before finishing some huge projects (like the yard that was torn up by construction trucks). We ended up going to mediation to get our house finished, and the work starter back up a couple weeks ago.  Not gonna lie, it’s exactly like 1 year ago when we had workers in our home all day, but this time, they’re legally obligated to finish before thanksgiving (I heard that a year ago, so I’ll believe it when I see it, but I am optimistic).

Our back deck steps were rebuilt this week, and the front porch was stained. Inside, the paint and drywall booboos are finally getting fixed. I’m stoked for there to not be a gap between my kitchen cabinets and my ceiling, and for the drywall patches in the basement that have been there a year to be textured. It is inconvenient at best to have a crew working in our home while we are trying to live normal lives (and keep three five year olds from touching wet paint) but my hope of another undesirable chapter on our lives ending soon keeps us all positive. Presently for the past couple months, every single day I call or text the restoration company around 10am and ask if they are planning to show up to work today. If the answer is no, I then reach out to our insurance agent, who follows up with them and asks why no one is working. When more than a week goes by with no shows, I put all the tools and supplies they’ve left lying around out on my curb and text to let them know their ladder, paint gun, vinyl siding cutter, etc. are on the curb for free pickup, either by them when they come in to work, or my trash collector who comes Friday mornings. 

Someone usually shows up by 3pm on Thursday. 

I loathe this process. But I’m so done. I’m tired of workers showing up at 3, tenting my kitchen off in plastic, and leaving at 5pm, with totally random spots of wet paint so my kitchen is unusable. It’s happened too many times to even count since we moved back home. Why the work cannot be completed in one day is beyond my understanding.  

Rinse and repeat for every room of my house. But it’s promised to be “done for real” by thanksgiving.

There is a light at the end of this haunted tunnel, my friends! I’m holding on for it, and just like every other seemingly endless saga we are pressing through, when we get to the other side we are celebrating so big!