Anxiety Attack

It is 3:30 a.m. and I can't sleep. I am freaking out about the attic. The more I think about it, the more I am worried that we have made a massive mistake. Part of the beauty of our house was its nice simple lines: a classic west Texas ranch. Now, instead of the simple dormer that I thought we were getting, we have a big ass gable that ruins the clean lines of the roof. Gables are not simple.
This whole operation is seeming a bit too much 'on the fly' for this borderline control freak. I feel like we talk and talk and still end up with something other than what we were bargaining for. I want to see blueprints! Or at least floor plans. I have never seen anything in print from the contractor. At this point in the game, a sketch of some sort seems a little like closing the gate after the dogs have already gotten out. What are they going to do? Rip out the gable? Somehow I doubt it.

It also seems like the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing. I guess Eldon's son David is in charge of designs, so Eldon seems completely out of the loop. There is a whole bedroom upstairs that he seems to have forgotten to tell the AC guy about. There are walls that we discussed taking out at the initial consult that everyone keeps forgetting are coming out. As-is, both the entryway and the stairway feel claustrophobic. For me, un-enclosing the stairs was one of the most important aspects of the remodel, but everyone keeps acting surprised when I bring it up.

I guess this is the down side of having work done for you instead of doing it yourself: you never know quite what you are going to get. I'm feeling a bit like I have the starring role in The Money Pit or that old Hollywood movie where the Broadway producer buys a house in the country. (IMDB let me down. I couldn't find the right movie.) I know they aren't trying to gouge us - I hope! - but the endless-upgrades-this and most-for-your-money-that are giving me an ulcer.

Okay, now that I have gotten that off my chest, perhaps I can get some sleep.