Because it's 2 story house with only one central air unit installed and the undisputed fact that heat rises, the upstairs gets unbearable in the summer. So after approval from the God forsaken "Historic Committee" we were able to install a window unit in my bedroom and in my daughters room IF they were in side window not easily seen from the street. (like I'd slap them in the front windows like white trash, please people).
First of all the bedrooms in question are on the second floor and the a/c's we bought we're in the basement. That means I have to carry these puppies up two flights of stairs and they weigh I think about 50 pounds a piece. On the one hand I'm ready to pass out by the time I carry the second one up,but on the other hand I'm proud of the fact that I'm physically able to do it without having a stroke. (again people, it's the small things in life that make you proud)
Now the units are un-boxed and sitting on the floor of their respective rooms.
First gripe - Note to the writers of instruction manuals. Could you just keep it simple? I need you to write your instructions as if a three year old is going to be installing your product. That and the fact that there are little baggies of screws and bolts-none of which are labeled. Your supposed to compare them to the drawing on the instruction page and know which ones to use. Well I'm here to call a Bullshit on that. Just label them.
2nd gripe - Stop it already with the "Three Simple Step" slogan. I've realized this is a Satanic marketing tool and never to be believed.
I take a break for a much needed cup of coffee because I realize that after hauling 100 pounds of stuff up from the basement, each of this now has to be lifted into the windows.
*It's at this point in time I'm thinking that I should be practical about life and consider getting married again. Not so much for love, companionship or even to have a positive male influence for Logan but purely because I'm tired of hauling stuff by myself.* I also go back to my rant about beautiful women not having to do things for themselves. I can't help believing that if I looked like Nicole Kidman someone burly would be installing these for me.
So my mother and I actually manage to decipher the instructions, drill the braces into the window frames ( again through whatever miserably hard wood this house is constructed from) and get the darned things in the windows. To date, this has been the simplest project. And they work! We didn't trip any breakers with our faulty work and we didn't burn the house down from power overload.
Why we don't hire someone you ask.First, like all single moms I'm on budget that doesn't have the ability to budge. The president should hire me to handle the deficit in this country. I can trim a budget folks. But I realized. It's not just about the money. It's about showing an adorable 6 year old that if you put your mind to something, you can do it. That if your lucky you'll have supportive people around you who will be there for you but at the end of the day your survival is up to you.
Now do I wish I didn't have to go it alone all the time? Sure but I knew when I chose to have her that it would be just the two of us. Going it alone and making it work. My mom moved in after she retired and now we're three woman making it work-getting it done and hopefully setting a good example for my little one.
Single moms everywhere should pat themselves on the back every day. I now have another accomplishment added to my resume of life. I did break a nail in the process but that now entitles me to go have them done today. There will be no renovation work today. My daughter and I are going for manicures and if I've ever deserved one it's today.
First of all the bedrooms in question are on the second floor and the a/c's we bought we're in the basement. That means I have to carry these puppies up two flights of stairs and they weigh I think about 50 pounds a piece. On the one hand I'm ready to pass out by the time I carry the second one up,but on the other hand I'm proud of the fact that I'm physically able to do it without having a stroke. (again people, it's the small things in life that make you proud)
Now the units are un-boxed and sitting on the floor of their respective rooms.
First gripe - Note to the writers of instruction manuals. Could you just keep it simple? I need you to write your instructions as if a three year old is going to be installing your product. That and the fact that there are little baggies of screws and bolts-none of which are labeled. Your supposed to compare them to the drawing on the instruction page and know which ones to use. Well I'm here to call a Bullshit on that. Just label them.
2nd gripe - Stop it already with the "Three Simple Step" slogan. I've realized this is a Satanic marketing tool and never to be believed.
I take a break for a much needed cup of coffee because I realize that after hauling 100 pounds of stuff up from the basement, each of this now has to be lifted into the windows.
*It's at this point in time I'm thinking that I should be practical about life and consider getting married again. Not so much for love, companionship or even to have a positive male influence for Logan but purely because I'm tired of hauling stuff by myself.* I also go back to my rant about beautiful women not having to do things for themselves. I can't help believing that if I looked like Nicole Kidman someone burly would be installing these for me.
So my mother and I actually manage to decipher the instructions, drill the braces into the window frames ( again through whatever miserably hard wood this house is constructed from) and get the darned things in the windows. To date, this has been the simplest project. And they work! We didn't trip any breakers with our faulty work and we didn't burn the house down from power overload.
Why we don't hire someone you ask.First, like all single moms I'm on budget that doesn't have the ability to budge. The president should hire me to handle the deficit in this country. I can trim a budget folks. But I realized. It's not just about the money. It's about showing an adorable 6 year old that if you put your mind to something, you can do it. That if your lucky you'll have supportive people around you who will be there for you but at the end of the day your survival is up to you.
Now do I wish I didn't have to go it alone all the time? Sure but I knew when I chose to have her that it would be just the two of us. Going it alone and making it work. My mom moved in after she retired and now we're three woman making it work-getting it done and hopefully setting a good example for my little one.
Single moms everywhere should pat themselves on the back every day. I now have another accomplishment added to my resume of life. I did break a nail in the process but that now entitles me to go have them done today. There will be no renovation work today. My daughter and I are going for manicures and if I've ever deserved one it's today.
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