I already feel like I have a much bigger kitchen. And I have a lot more knowledge about how a house was built.
Also? I don't know if you know this, but I've done all of this work, by myself, with my kids literally screaming in the living room. Before you go thinking that they were screaming for me, let me assure you that they enjoy playing rollercoaster. Which is where one throws their hands in the air and screams bloody murder. And not only are they screaming, but they are still in various stages of potty training. My youngest just learning about bribery and Chuck E Cheese and my oldest too into rollercoaster to WALK TO THE BATHROOM TO POOP. (I need to buy stock in leather sofas and Lysol wipes).
I don't want you to feel sorry for me or anything. I just want to point out what can be done if you really want it. I asked the universe for a new kitchen floor. And suddenly, I have the energy and the audacity to tear my house apart.
My parents are coming Thursday to help me take the studs out and figure out a support situation for the header. Then, FLOOR! (It's big, it's heavy, it's wood).