House Flip Post #11

What I learned this week:  The sink that is sold with the counters is not always the best sink for you, even if it's included in the price, it's not a bargain.

The counters were installed and the backsplash was not as long as the last one, so I had to call the painter back to try to repair the wall.  It looks like crap, but at this point, there isn't a lot I can do about it.  It isn't the painters fault, he was great.  It is the layer upon layer of paint in a small area.  There is no way to bridge from old paint to unpainted wall without hours of work.

Then the sink issue.  I called a plumber.  He said that if the sink was deep, the garbage disposal wouldn't fit and it would cost over $1000 to put it in.  I tried to explain this to my hubby, but he did not understand what I meant.  He "fired" my plumber and got another.  The new guy took the entire day to hook the sink back up, and could not get the disposal to fit.  In order for the disposal to fit, the sink would have to be drilled out or the brick wall cut into and the pipes reworked.  Loosing the garbage disposal is a real bummer.  Next time I will know that I need a shallow sink and I will refuse their free sink and buy my own.  I got what I paid for.

I was at the house with the plumber all morning, and he took a lunch break around 2pm. By that time, I smelled bad from sweating.  I could smell myself.  I had only intended on being there an hour or two, getting home and eating, showering and going back for the carpet installer, but my plans didn't work out.

I ran home and hopped in the shower.  I was still dripping when the carpet installer called.  I told him I would be there in an hour and he pitched a fit at me saying that I needed to approve the carpet. I skipped lunch and went back to the rental house to approve carpet.  They sent me one installer.  About 2 hours in, he phoned someone and another installer arrived.  It took them five hours to install the carpet.  It was after 7pm and I was exhausted and had not eaten.

I arrived home to a cranky husband.  He was cranky that I did not empty the litter box or run the dishwasher.  He kept flipping out at me over every little thing that I had not accomplished.  Apparently I need to be in two places at the same time.

I went to bed exhausted.