Richard got home early today somewhere around 2pm. He started working on the house and as you can see in the photo he did make some progress. The wall that he is putting up is about 4 ft from the edge and will be the back wall of that bedroom. We will have a barn style roof so the walls will be a little slanted on the outside walls. So this wall will make the room look straight and each bedroom upstairs will have 2-6ft closets and an 8ft space between that will have a built in entertainment center or desk and book shelf areas. So that is what you see in this photo...two openings for closet doors and the 8 ft section. And if you look REAL close you can see Richard up there nailing on one of the rafters.
Now the funny part!!!! I am extremely afraid of heights!!!!! Richard has asked me for days to get up on the second floor to look how big it is and look at the view of the property from that angle. I kept refusing but today I got the big idea that I would face my fears and climb the ladder!!!!! Just as soon as I got up there I got so dizzy! I instantly started crying and I couldn't breathe. I was about to pass out! From time-to-time I have panic attacks and if you have ever had one you know how scary they are. Richard was trying to hold be and talk to me and I was just freaking out. He kept telling me I had to get back down....well that was easy for him to say. But I was not going back down that ladder and I did not want to be up there either! I started vomiting and I had to pee and all this time I couldn't breathe and was still crying. I ended up down on my hands and knees because I couldn't stand and I was trying to crawl! I was going nuts!!!
I told him I was not going down the ladder but he had to get me down. He said he would even tie a rope around me and help me down the ladder! That just wasn't going to work for me either. After about 45 minutes and 5 piles of vomit later (sorry) he said "Baby, if you can't go back down the ladder I will have to call the fire department to get you down!" So that made me worse, just thinking of the fire department having to come and get me down. In the end...he got on the ladder with me and held me as we stepped to the bottom. It was terrible!!!!!
Now that it is over I can laugh about it! Can you imagine, we live in a very small town and everyone knows everything that goes on. If the fire department had to come to get me off the SECOND floor, it would have made the front page of our newspaper! I would have died!!! In all honesty it's not even that high up, I think it was just the fact that I had to use a ladder and had no stairs and when I got up there there were no walls or anything! It just really freaked me out. So now everyone in the family is giving a hard time about it and if it had been anyone else but me I would be laughing my butt off too.