How to Install Insulation

How to Install Insulation

The most important part of installing insulation is prepping yourself. Wear goggles, a mask, gloves, hair cover (I wore something like a shower cap, sexy I know – I’m not into selfie’s so you’ll just have to take my word on this), long sleeves (that tuck under gloves), long pants (that tuck into husbands socks), and some form of footwear you may be willing to throw out later. For reals people this stuff sucks. The last thing you want is to let it touch you. Then you just stick it in the wall. If you have to cut it, use a board as a guide and a very sharp razor (not scissors like I did). M set up a neat little cutting jig from an 8′ piece of OSB with marks on it that helped you end up with the right size piece. You just lay it on top of the fiberglass then run the razor along the edge and voila perfectly sized/cut fiberglass.

I learned about the suckiness of insulation a loooong time ago. When I was just a kid – maybe 5 or 6, my parents were renovating their house (big surprise) and had stored their insulation in our barn out back. My friends and I decided it would make the perfect playground and we rolled and jumped for a few hours (possibly most of the day) in about 20′ x 40′ of pink fluffy stuff. It had the pink panther on it, how could it not be fun, right? If you aren’t cringing it’s because you haven’t installed fiberglass insulation before.

Red cries, CRIES when it touches her feet. Okay, she’s a bit of a drama queen. But honestly. This stuff sucks.

So back to me, covered head to tow, M’s at work and I decide we passed combo, time to insulate. When he came home most of the exterior walls were done. He and I worked on the ceilings together and it took us 2 nights to do it. This was the one part of the entire project that I had been dreading the most. I’m so glad it’s over. We still plan on insulating all of the interior walls, but we won’t do that until after the drywall is on one side of the walls for backing and who knows maybe I’ll be “at work” when that goes in.

Yesterday, after we passed our insulation inspection we were so excited to start drywalling we put the ceiling up in the guest bath.

Before:
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After:
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I finally feel like we are on the downhill part of our mountainous journey. Drywall, trim, paint and floors not too bad!

If you’re curious, we put R-30 in the attic and R-19 in the subfloors and 2×6 walls. R-13 is going everywhere else.

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Between the sub floors:
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Master Bed/bath and E’s room in the distance:
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The entry:
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The stairs:
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Red’s room:
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The Devil is in the Details.

When the inspector comes and pulls out a micrometer to your work things are not going to go smoothly.

With that said, we finally passed combo inspection. I don’t want to talk about everything it took to get us passed yesterday. I want to talk about the one thing I woke up to yesterday morning after working a 12-hour shift and knowing I had to go to work again. It was the sound of someone exploding outside of the trailer. Literally: ex-plo-ding.

Let me back up and add a little detail. Mike was at work Sunday and on Monday he came home to fix the last few items from our inspection from, “hell-o operator you’re totally OCD”. While I was at work he grinded out most of them except for a couple of “minor” things that were too noisy to do at midnight. Ahhh life in suburbia. Land of HOA’s and neighbors who live thisclose. Anyhow. He decided he would leave them to finish before our re-inspection on Tuesday. Yesterday.

Fast forward: someone exploding outside the trailer. It’s 6 am and I went to sleep at 1:30. Mike is puking his heart and soul out onto our block wall. Morning sickness I ask? Nope. Our HVAC guy hooked Mike up in more ways than one. Thank’s Scott Rohland.

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The stomach flu is AWESOME!

What doesn’t kill you makes you skinnier – I can’t wait for me to get it. j/k. What Scott had to say for himself? “I don’t know about you, but I ate some bad fish”. Mike’s temp was 102.

So there we were, day of inspection and Mike is half lucidly talking about yogurt and soft pretzels and painting our wall with them. And I’m like, “let me sleep puke face I gotta work today” and he’s like “you gotta do the list of things before inspection comes”. What?! Woah there tiger. You gotta pull your shit together. Hang a bucket around your neck and start moving.

Instead, I took his list, made him a bed inside the house complete with nausea meds and some gatorade and went to work hammering the last few staples and whatever ever else was on it. And guess what? We passed.

On to insulation!