We (and by “we” I mean “Alex”) is redoing one of our bathrooms. I’ve been strictly forbidden from blogging about the reasons why we are redoing one of our bathrooms, but I am allowed to blog about the remodel. Especially now that it is going well and the floor has been replaced.
That’s right. We demo-ed/are demo-ing this bathroom down to the joists. For a while, if you forgot that one of our bathrooms was out of commission, you could haplessly open the door and step into nothingness. Fortunately my mom-paranoia kicked in and we made sure to lock the door.
That’s not to say that we never let the munchkins play amongst the insulation and rusty nails.
We DO supervise them when they’re inside the walls though. I love this next photo (1) because of the semi-annoyed face that Alex is sporting and continues to sport in varying degrees of irritation throughout all of my bathroom redo photos, and (2) because the dog is mugging Quinn.
Alex has never built a floor before, but ever since four years ago when a neighbor asked me if my husband was handy and I said, “not really,” Alex has been trying to prove me wrong. He’s been almost entirely successful. Almost.
Anyway, Alex has been using the children as little assistants. They’ve been his tool carriers, and have given him animate objects to curse at.
I’ve been used as a cursing target too. Especially when he’s wedged under a beam and I start taking photos.
But Alex saved most of his cursing for the floor he was laying. At one point, I thought he was going to lose it entirely. It turns out that it’s hard to make a floor.
There are evidently many, many layers to a floor. And they have to fit exactly. And they have to be flat. Really flat. I’m glad I’m not in charge of making a floor.
Honestly, I’m annoyed enough that I had to take part in the great supply-buying trip to Home Depot. Evidently, once you build a floor, you have to purchase things to put on top of it. Today, we bought tile, a vanity, a sink, faucets, assorted supplies, and, on the spur of the moment, a light for our bedroom. It turns out that buying all of that, plus a trip to the Home Depot bathroom, takes a loooong time.
Alex made me go with him so that I could help make decisions on things when I would have much preferred he go by himself and let me criticize his choices later. Preferably after installation.
But wait! If Alex and I both were at the Home Depot, where were our kids?
Yep, that’s right. Suffering right along next to us.
rammed his legs into a pylon in the kitchen department.
Jack just looks bored here because I took his iPhone to take photos. You know, like normal people do at the Home Depot.
We were getting a little punchy in the sinks department. We were trying to decide between the colors of Rocky Road, Cobblestone, and Ginger. Apparently the people who name sink colors are just as ridiculous as those who name the paint colors. (We ended up with Rocky Road. And not just because it’s named after an ice cream.)
Holding a tile up to the samples wasn’t helping much. Neither was Alex’s suggestion to stand several feet away and “Don’t look directly at it—just glance at it. Look at it! Look away!”
Fortunately, I have my shit totally together.