Arwight, boys and girls, here's an update.
Two important points of clarification: First, the kitchen remodel won't kick off for another month at the earliest so time isn't as much of a factor as I had originally thought, and made it out to be.
Second, my younger daughter's fiancé is a contractor. (More upcoming.)
I did a trial run on a wall that's coming down and it went
perfectly. I mean, it looked like this:
I was like the fat kid pulled out of the stands at a basketball game who makes a basket from half court to win $10,000. It couldn't have gone better. So I go to the next wall, and immediately there are glue bubbles and even though the wallpaper has been removed the wall needs to be stripped further, down to the drywall.
My SIL-to-be is going to take care of any drywall issues that pop up, so I'm just going to soldier on and hope for the best. I'm careful and I won't f up anything beyond repair. It's tedious as all get-out but I got the time and I'm watching
Better Call Saul while I'm doing it. All good.