When Your Hubby Destroys Your Finished Basement....

Do you:

a) cry

b) kick him to the curb

c) go on a massive shopping spree to make yourself feel better

d) start googling board and batten wainscotting, vintage light fixtures, and cozy, white sectionals

Let me rewind here for a minute and explain how all of this happened. 

We currently have four major renovations/projects left to tackle on the first and second levels: the deck, the floor refinishing, the main bathroom, and the kitchen. We still have many rooms that need a million some finishing touches (rugs, side tables, curtains, pictures, etc.) but that's another story for another day.

When we moved in, our basement recroom was "finished". It had new drywall, new doors, new trim, and new carpeting. Granted, it was all pretty ugly. But, we threw our old Ikea apartment furniture and big t.v. down there and left it pretty much as is. We had far in the future plans to paint the walls, add white wainscotting, change out / paint the doors, etc., etc., etc.

Ugly trim n' stuff.
But at least there was a ceiling.

Boring paint colour.
But at least there were walls.

Mishmash of furniture.
But at least there was a new, clean carpet.

On his last day of Christmas holidays, Alex told me he was going to start demolishing the kitchen. Um, what!?!?!?! With no plan? No budget? No internet surfing and googling for 6 months beforehand?

I told him I didn't think it was a good idea, yet. So he went downstairs to "insulate the laundry room". Little did I know that "insulating the laundry room" would lead to him destroying the whole basement.

My little friend Mike Holmes found out that the "finished" walls only had R-something insulation when they're supposed to be R-something else. He also found some mysterious wires leading to the "finished" ceiling.

So, I guess we're doing a big basement renovation now? Yay?