I’m ready to come out of the closet

true confessionsSo when I say “I’m ready to come out of the closet” I should probably explain things a little.

Or maybe a lot.

As a reminder, we’ve been remodeling our home since May 2012.  We still aren’t done.

I have no where to hang my clothes.

(for that matter, i have no shelves in my pantry and no place to hang towels either.)

My husband, Mr Engineer, was supposed to install a closet system for me this weekend.  He has engineering disease, so I knew it wasn’t going to be simple.  I didn’t think a red shoe would cut it this time, but I was hopeful.

Mr Engineer did not promise me a closet by the end of the weekend.

He assured me the three foot level would be sufficient.  He said he had all the tools and equipment he needed.

I took the kids and left him alone to his engineering awesomeness.

NINTY minutes after I left, I got this photo on my phone.

This took 90 minutes - this is not what my closet should look like!

This is NOT what my dream closet looks like.

My first thought was unprintable.   But then I calmed down and remembered everything I’ve learned during the remodel.  The first whatever takes all the time.  After that, I calmed down.  I texted him back.

Good boy.

An hour later.  He sends me another photo.

This is NOT my dream closet.

It took over TWO HOURS to accomplish this.

I took a deep breath.

We went to lunch with friends.

I bought some $6 pants that made me feel sassy.

I came home.

I still had no closet.

Me:  Honey, why is this taking so long.

Him:  There’s a problem with the wall.

(what?  it’s a wall.  it goes up and down.  what can POSSIBLY be wrong with it.  and it’s brand new. it’s fresh wall.)

Me:  I. WANT. MY. CLOSET.  NOW!!!!!!

Him: You are being unreasonable.  Go to your room.

I went and cried.  My boys found me and were oblivious to my distress.

I cried loud.  I cried out to God and told him I needed help.

I heard the sound of hammering and drilling.  Closet installation was happening!

Sometimes, tears work better than the red shoe.

My closet is happening!

Mr Engineer in action. This is the second part.

I decided to swallow my injured pride.   I took him a glass of cold water and was agreeable to play “fetch” to get stuff from the garage.

(i loathe the garage, it smells like rats.  hubby assures me there aren’t any rats left in there, but the smell lingers.)

My kids decided to help.

Mr Picky helps Mr Engineer with MY CLOSET

Mr Picky is helping Mr Engineer

Progress was made, but at the end of the night, I still have no finished closet.

I have lived SIX months without a closet!

That’s six months of having clothes in boxes, suitcases, bundles, piles, and bags.

That’s six months of never being able to find all the essential parts of an outfit at one time.

I am so weary of boxes and bags and piles.  If I could describe the experience, it wouldn’t take many words.


When my husband said

I’m done

tonight without my closet being finished, it would have been easy to fly off the handle.  Most people would say I would have been within my rights to yell or scream or use salty language.

There is not a woman in this country who doesn’t identify with how frustrated and stressed out I am over the whole closet thing.

But… my kids are watching.  And as I’ve already stated, I’m not the boss.

So I didn’t.

It took a LOT of self control, but it was worth it.

After six months, I know I can hold out another week if I have to.

(and he was tired.  the closet was a bit on the warm side.)

Hubby wanted to point out that the shelves ARE level.

my closet will be level

It may not be finished, but at least everything is level.

 Anyone want to guess how long it will take to be finished?

Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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  1. (what? it’s a wall. it goes up and down. what can POSSIBLY be wrong with it. and it’s brand new. it’s fresh wall.) – by far my favorite line 🙂 love this post!!!!

    • I was wanting my sarcasm font when I wrote that, but it was MY favorite line too.

      The whole thing was so frustrating! I just want to run away from home until it gets better.

  2. Sympathies. We’ve done a LOT of remodeling projects over the years but my husband does NOT have engineers disease and he’s a remodeling contractor so the projects go pretty fast. That being said, I know what it’s like to have your life disrupted for a project. The hardest project we did was the kitchen! We had the stove and refrigerator in the living room and a makeshift kitchen set up in the garage. I did dishes in the basement laundry sink. When we were doing the floors, we had to go out the front door and into the garage to cook or do dishes and then come back in the same way. It was a pain. I feel your pain. That engineer’s disease definitely makes things complicated.
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    • Patty, we started the remodel in May of 2011 and we’re still not done. I’ve done the no kitchen thing. I didn’t get pantry shelves until today. If something could go wrong during a remodel, it has. I try not to talk about it too much, but sometimes it just gets overwhelming for me and ends up on my blog. I still need the stairs to be stained – 4 days of living downstairs while the stairs dry. Oh joy.

  3. {Kathy} Time seems to move so s-l-o-w-l-y when you are remodeling. I have to say, when I saw that first picture of the ONE vertical panel of the closet I thought, “Uh oh. She’s gonna blow a gasket!” I would have. And then regretted it.
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    • In truth, I was sitting in my small group at church when I received that first picture. In other circumstances, I would have blown my stack. But in that context, I couldn’t. My class offered to put my husband on prayer list. I think they figured the same thing you did.

      By the time I got home, MOST of what I had to say had been softened. My husband still said I was being unreasonable, but at least I wasn’t hateful.

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