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
Revenue, tangible/intangible:
- 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.
You should clearly invite your JJ delivery guy to the big reveal. Well, unless he's creepy, then he should continue to be relegated to the front stoop.
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