Is it weird that this whole addition thing doesn't seem very real to me yet? I mean, sure they dug a massive hole in my backyard, brought a cement truck in to pour the foundation, and have built wooden walls atop that, but ... I get to live in it some day? I'm still not buying that.
It became a tad more real last Wednesday. I was having coffee in my living room with a friend while jigging with glee (very difficult with cups of coffee, but I'm talented like that) because the kids were back in school. The contractor came to the front door to announce that he'd be pulling out all the windows on the current back of the house. Something about making room for framing. All my poor friend knew was that at one moment she was sipping coffee and in the next I had taken away her mug and was brusquely ordering her to strip beds and help me move Bug's mattress into Bear's room. I doubt she'll ever accept an invitation to coffee at my house again.
Now that all of the rear windows are gone and currently have sheets of plywood nailed over then, we don't get to see much of the building as it's being done. In my role as The Meanest Mom Ever, I don't let the kids go out back while the workmen are here. I have a very clear memory of that scene in Lethal Weapon 2 when the bad guy got it between the eyes with a nail gun. I don't want to see it in real life, and especially not on one of my kids.
So, the first thing we do after Mr. Awesome Contractor and His Merry Men have left is run out back to see what got done that day. Bug and Bear love that you have to climb a ladder to get into the addition. They would probably be fine with that being the permanent entrance. Me notsomuch. I'm more of a hallway girl.
On Friday we found a roof! Well, rafters. The rest of the roof is coming Tuesday.
