So, was it worth it?
- Three pairs of lady pants, ruined forever or until paint splatters become cool again.
- 32 total calls to Jimmy Johns, approximate cost: $500, approximate weight: 96 pounds of sub-y goodness.
- Two injuries requiring band aids, for him.
- Zero injuries requiring hospital trips
- 60 sheets of drywall
- 700 feet of flooring used
- 1000 feet of flooring bought
- 15 nights ending with someone crying, yelling "I quit!" or otherwise storming upstairs
- Eight venti frappucinos to fuels the final push to completion, for her
- 18 hours = the longest single workday
- $15,000 total construction investment (mostly paid already because we are dolla' bill rockstars)
- $0 paid by insurance (yes, we had water coverage, but it didn't matter because that only applies if there is a sewer backup or the sump pump fails)
- 234 days from flood to finishing
- Wiring knowledge, for him
- Non-creepy laundry room, for her (I know, it's really sexist. But I'm the laundry do-er, he's the dish do-er)
- Reduced fear of nail guns, for her
- Floor laying, drywalling, mudding, trim laying knowledge for all
- Boost in disposable income for the Jimmy John's guy who works Wednesday nights
- Private water closet for two cats with questionable hygiene
- 700 square feet of "meh" basement transformed into "holy crap, you guys built this?" basement
- Countless nights of sound sleeping thanks to lifetime guarantee on waterproofing system and windows
- $400 refunded for returning extra supplies
- $8 for selling books we'll never read again
- Seven pounds, lost (and two pairs of college jeans that fit once again!)
- Two Foursquare mayorships of hardware stores
An ugly journey, but worth it.