Tell me I’m going to love my new bathroom. Really. Tell me over and over again, so I remember why I’m doing this.
If you remember, we remodled the kitchen right before the last CHA show in July. Remember how I mentioned the insanity of doing such a thing when things were so crazy? We finished the kitchen (except for the tile, which we’ll do when I magically find the physical manifestation of the vision I have in my head), but didn’t get to the other things we wanted to upgrade before I got sick in September.
One of those other little projects we wanted to implement was the changing of the main floor powder room. Out with the 80s builder’s cabinet and fake marble sink, in with the furniture piece and all that jazz. That project got derailed by the aforementioned sickness and the house upgrades had remained in a state of limbo.
Until this weekend.
I was blissfully unaware that 3 weeks before Christmas is the perfect time to demolish a bathroom. Who knew? The wainscoting is gone, leaving the walls peeled to the paperboard, and the potty is now in the front hallway, which my kids find immensely entertaining. The whole space is covered with layers of drywall dust from the attempted repair of the walls, which if you remember from this post, makes me shudder just thinking about it.
Ho Ho Ho.
The tree is in the corner of the living room, just waiting. I add around 2,300 lights to it every year, so for my sanity, I need to have all my ducks in a row before I attempt the process. Currently, the ducks are waddling aimlessly through the drywall dust. The kids keep asking “Mommy? Why aren’t there any lights on the tree? Is it because the potty is in the hallway?
Why yes, kids. Yes it is.
This would totally be funny if it was happening to someone else.
Until next time, when I regain my sanity…