Last weekend we purchased the lumber for framing and Chris
got started framing the basement with the help of his dad (all the while I was
able to have a Grey’s Anatomy marathon…I’m being helpful by staying out of the
way). Then, Sunday evening rolled around. Chris was working on the basement
when he said something along the lines of “Kelsey, I think I need your help.”
Here I was thinking he wanted my opinion or my help standing a wall, easy
peasy, but no, he came up the stairs with blood running down his arm. Things
that ran through my mind were “what is wrong, why is he so calm, breathe
Kelsey, breathe, don’t pass out, you can do this, look at it, breathe”…you’d
think I was the one who needed to go to the hospital. Five stitches later and
Chris was back to normal…well, almost because he is a bit of a suck when he is
in pain (and he admits this too).
This weekend Chris continued with the basement (and a few
evenings this past week). Then, Sunday rolled around, and I hear him come up
the stairs with a few choice words. Luckily, there was no hospital visit, but
there is a very swollen and bruised thumb from a hammer incident. So in my
personal opinion, he should not be working on the basement on Sundays.
The framing is almost done…Chris just needs to finish
framing the landing at the bottom of the stairs and then the hallway on the
other half of the basement (the half with the hallway will be finished down the
road and be a bathroom and bedroom….right now, his priority is the play room
man cave).
