Ok. Random Wednesday night. “Let’s remodel the bathroom!”, we excitedly exclaim!
No, it did not happen like that. That’s never how it happens.
More like, “oh crap!! Are you serious?!?”
So, the plumbers came today to test the new stack they installed on Tuesday (the stack of pipes coming from our upstairs bathroom—look at me throwing around plumbing lingo) …I’ll circle back around to that in another post….let’s just say it did not go as planned.
For now, let’s discuss the elephant in the room. Why on this blessed earth did we start another remodel when our house looks like a war zone?
Lucky you, I have an answer for that…rusted cast iron.
Meaning the bottom of the tub around the drain was completely rusted out. They found it when they were trying to test the pipes. Who ever heard of that?!
Even Walter’s tub that fell through the ceiling was in tact.
Y’all, I’m not even kidding…that movie is turning out to be a documentary of our lives.
So, since there’s no saving that old tub, it needs to come out. And before we can close up the ceiling and walls downstairs.
And since we’re ripping out the tub, we have to do the tile.
And there is NO WAY I’m keeping any carpet in a bathroom….uhm, do I even need to explain that one? ***If this explanation is needed, we need to talk. I can show you some really “yummy” pictures of what it looked like under that carpet by the toilet. We are going to be cutting out and replacing that piece of wood as well. Just don’t.
So what started as a simple foundation adjustment just a few years back, has definitely turned into the old “If you give a mouse a cookie….”
So we started with this at 5pm this evening…
What? You don’t have naked Barbies that have been given “extreme” haircuts on your bathroom counter? Clearly you’re not living, people. No judgement.
Look at all that lovely shiny brass. Does that scream awesomeness, or what?
No carpet. Drawers, doors and trim removed.
And now begins the tile demo…and would you believe that sweet man of mine? Even though this unexpected “new remodel” came out of left field TODAY, he asks me, “do you think we can save the tile and give it to the ReStore (Habitat for Humanity) if I remove it carefully?” Swoon. I love his heart.
And one last parting image for you tonight. A toilet in the game room. Keeping all the furniture from the other rooms that have “issues” company. It’s like the Island of Misfit Toys.
You know there will be a “next chapter” in this weird little novel of ours.