Starting to Panic

I met with a representative from a restoration company today.  I confess – I started to panic a bit.  Several times.

Time 1:  When he said he had already spoken to my insurance adjustor and gotten the OK to proceed with tearing up the wettest parts of my floors.  Really?  I haven’t spoken to my adjustor since he came to look it over initially – haven’t gotten his report yet.  And this guy already knows more than I do about what’ I’m going to get funds to repair…

Time 2:  When the guy was talking about eventually tearing out ALL the floors and Daddy dearest began saying that wouldn’t be necessary.  I had visions of mismatched wood flooring dancing in my head.

Time 3:  When he wanted to start this Friday – a chore that will talke all day – and I realized I would have to leave my little darlings alone with a sub again.  They are not particularly kind to subs.

This is going to be a BIG project and probably take a long time.  I’m going to be living in constuction hell… and will probably end up having to let them put a lock box on my door so I don’t have to leave my children at school alone with a sub.

Yes, I’d like my warped wood floors fixed and new again.  No, I don’t relish all the bullshi*t and decisions I’ll have to make or living in a torn up house or hotel  Ugh.

On the bright side… this is still the love of my life!