Luckily, the fine employees of HD loaded everything into our truck, so our backs were spared for the time being. We used tons of gift cards, given to us by our basement sponsors (aka our generous family members who showered us with HD gift cards at Christmas), so our wallet wasn't even smarting too bad.
Then, the plan was to head to Menard's for insulation and trim. Sadly, the insulation at Menard's was soaking wet, to the point where it had a puddle beneath it and one of us may have been shocked by this blatant mistreatment of materials, declaring that she would NOT be taking home WET insulaTION and RUINING a brand new, totally DRY basement quite loudly. Luckily, the one of us who had a break down has a supportive spouse who quietly agreed, put the insulation back and steered her toward the trim, effectively ending the public ranting.
Anyway, we aren't going back to Menard's anytime soon. (mutter mutter who leaves insulation in water mutter mutter) (Side story: Once Hubs got a can of trail mix at Menard's that said some of the ingredients were imported from "Chili." We don't buy snacks at Menard's anymore, either).
We got our trim and headed back to Home Depot for the insulation, where it was stored in a very dry location.
Then, it was unloading time. The insulation was a breeze to take to the basement and the 2x4s weren't bad, but oh! Why didn't I know how heavy drywall was? Luckily, Hubs was well aware and bought two of these handy handles to help out.
Even still, moving 2,000 pounds of anything isn't fun, so by the time we got it all downstairs, I was wiped out and left unable to make a normal face.
Did I mention it was 10 degrees out? Because it was.