I have basement work coming up next week. I'm supposed to get my sump pump and drainage put in. I must confirm that the folks are still coming out on the appointed day. That's my big Christmas present to me. A basement. A basement that I can actually store things in again. A basement that I can actually DO something with.
Anyhow, a certain somebody can't move in if the basement isn't refinished. That's more expense, but it will be worth it. Well, she could move in, but my-oh-my, the house is already crowded.
If I can shove the TV into the basement, then I get a living room, room for seating, and possibly even room for a table. More room can be realized through Jen's amazing stuff-organizing skills.
Anyhow, I have much basement work to do in the next few days, and around this nearly-holiday weekend, and I don't know how I'll get it all done. I should have been doing this crap for the last six months. Who's fault? You're truley.