I am naming my attic remodel: Project Murphy.
The carpenter showed up at my house bright and early this morning, and work was proceeding very nicely. A few walls come down, sawdust is flying, and I'm happy just to see the activity and hear the noise.
Then my husband announces to me after 4 hours of work that they are cleaning up. The doorbell rings, and I get the bad news.
Someone didn't measure things quite right, and due to city code about headroom, the stair plan must be revised. The carpenter wasn't about to go ahead, until the contractor comes back out to my house with the architect, and they get this plan revised correctly.
I'm not surprised. I am beginning to think I'm cursed, or just under the influence of Murphy's Law.
Monday. Should be a conference on my stairs on Monday.
Notice I said should.