Moo’s favorite new phrase. Wats Go Nin on? And we heard it thirty MILLION times today as we attempted some home renovation.
Several years ago (five) when we were blissful DINKs and bought a house that needed some (cue hysterical laughter) work. We could never have foreseen how much we would learn (tiling, sheet rocking, electrical) or how producing one kid, not to mention two would bring almost all home renovation to a grinding halt.
Today we tackled changing the light fixture in the kitchen. I will not reveal at this juncture how long the lights in the kitchen have been out, or how long we have been using this desk lamp on top of the fridge (as well as the refrigerator light) to light the kitchen.
Because it is extremely pathetic.
One thing we learned very early on in the renovation of Casa De Stitch circa 1926, is that it wasn’t going to be easy. Some of the problems can be briefly covered in a short history of our house.
Originally a log cabin. Sometime in the 50′s they added a basement. Yes, a basement. The house was lifted as supporting beam put in (the bain of my existence and why we can’t get rid of the stairs of death.) In the 80′s they added the right non log cabin part of the house on. Two giant rooms with skylights, that leak. Thank you very much. And a metal roof. So you are sure to plummet the three stories to your death should you attempt to caulk the skylights yourself which is why your hysterical five month pregnant wife will cling crying to your leg begging you not to do it. (Which totally worked btw)
Back to today. Or rather that day several weeks? months? ago when the kitchen light, oven light and microwave light all bit the dust the same day. Thank God for the refrigerator.
So yeah the light in the kitchen? Out. Today we had a free day. No family obligations, no homework, no birthday parties, nothing. And we deemed today fix the kitchen light worthy. Which in your typical home reno crowd would probably be a three hour gig depending on how far you live from your favorite (or only choice) home reno store.
Ours was more of a three hour tour. By the time we loaded the clean diaper baby and the newly emptied bladder toddler into the car it was lunchtime. But unwisely we proceeded forth. To that place, where we were helped by no less than three “uhhh” employees who could locate the track lighting, yes. But had no advice or helpful hints other than “I could call my manager?”
One hour later, back home for lunch. In the darkened kitchen.
Scott loses interest and heads off to the studio to throw some pots. (In his defense, its hard to work around peanut butter and jelly hands that are hanging from your pants while you stand on a stepladder-wimp).
When he returns he begins installation only to discover (shocker) the previous home reno dude’s (loosely used term and more appropriate than what we actually call him) electrical work is, ahem. Sub par.
Back to the store for some (insert technical electrical jargon).
While he’s gone the boys discover the boxes in the kitchen, and the stepladder, and the electrical tester and you know, light bulbs. It was super.
When he returns this time, I’m in the middle of dinner (that’s right over six hours and still no actual work being done) for the boys.
“Dad? Wats Go Nin On?”
Track Lighting. Fabulous. Behold the glory.
Hours to Completion: 8ish.
So, what’s go nin on with you?