Our room from hell...

When we bought our townhome it was finished with two bedrooms and an option to have a 3rd done as an upgrade. We left it undone and have used it as a storage room. That was until Zack started working from home and then it suddenly became a necessity. The study room does not have a door and so Natalie and I have become prisoners to the upstairs so as to not bother Zack especially when he is on conference calls.



Well I thought it was a one-day project. I mean the ceiling and one wall were already framed. We started this project of finishing over two weeks ago. We spent a day framing, stuffing insulation, and wiring electrical. Then another half-day for to frame the closet and insulate the ceiling. So after all that hard work I thought no biggie, one more day to drywall and we will be good to go. Man that wasn't so bad. Boy was I wrong. Nailing sheet rock to the ceiling nearly gave Zack a neck attack, and my wimpy muscles fell short many times on driving the nail in before it would bend. (Those bastards- Ron said swearing was aloud for projects of this nature.) So after a full day of that horrendous project came the mud. Oh that mud. It is not fun. Swipe, swipe, swipe. I can spend two hours and not have all the nail holes and seams covered once. Which I might add they generally need three coats, and did I mention you have to sand each time it dries. I have dust suddenly moving in. Everything is now covered in a white layer of powder. Well today- I decided to bust out to Elvis as I needed some good booty shaking to make me tackle this room again. I thought if anyone could see me now, rocking out to Oldies in my grubs. As soon as "You're the Devil in Disguise" came on I knew I made the right choice.