We have two bathrooms. The old bathroom and the new bathroom. The kids call the old bathroom their bathroom and the new bathroom our bathroom. I don’t like that. It’s not “ours” meaning Jen and me, it’s “ours” meaning anyone can use it whenever.
Anyway, both bathrooms have a shower and both have the same shower head. Last night the shower head in the new bathroom just fell off. Like. Pop. Off. What the hell?
We ordered a new one and temporarily swapped the old one into the new bathroom. I tried to put the broken one back together but I failed miserably. Like… screw you, shower head!
Then this morning when I got up, I walked into the kitchen and there was patches… sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink staring into a pot full of water. Like… cat… if you’re gonna stand there, you might as well wash the dishes, right?
Before (and far, far from clean):
When we bought our house in 2010 it was move in ready. That was one of the things we liked about it and we took advantage of it. It was move in ready, so move right in we did. We started making plans for things to change. Simple things, like repainting, as well as more complicated things, like our fantasy discussions of tearing down the wall between the kitchen and the dining room and renovating the whole shebang.
We made rough plans, but never did anything. Seriously. We haven’t changed anything. All of the rooms have the same paint as when we moved in. Nothing has changed inside, and the only thing that has changed in the yard is we had a dead tree removed. That’s it.
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Oh hello there, Mr hole in the basement sub floor right on the edge of the tub. Nice to meet you. Don’t you look nice on this fine Monday evening.
Yeah, the bathroom is going to get a remodelling. We’ve talked about it before (we don’t like the tub or the shower doors) but now we have to do it out of necessity. Yippee!
And by Yippee! I mean, Urgh.