Bathroom Day 01

There has been a hiatus, but we are back now. Today was the first official day of the bathroom renovation. The goal? To have The Perfect Bathroom done by Sunday, July 24th. Please wish us good luck and God(or your chosen deity)speed.

It always strikes me as odd that the first few days of any construction looks like nothing. The only signs that David did any work today is the hole in the floor, which in an other circumstance would be a Bad Sign. But it's actually a very good sign. Progress was made today.

It was hard won for sure. This week is David's vacation. And he spent the first day doing something he truly hates; he went under the house.

David is a Man's man. He can chug beer and throw a punch with the best of them. He fells trees and shoots guns and I find this all sexy and awesome. But there is one thing he cannot stand doing, and that is going under the house. It is smelly and dirty and dark. I don't blame him for his hatred of this task. What keeps the manliness in it is that he does it so I don't have to.

I wish I could say it's the last he'll be seeing of the underside of our dwelling. Unfortunately, he'll have to do it at least another time or two before we see the end of this project. We also have to lay down some traps for some less than welcome inhabitants. Apparently, the term Rat City still applies.

and we're off

I'll just warn you now, this is going to be underwhelming. But I am so excited to see bare wall and nails and a mess in my bonus room. A mess!

Husband is almost done getting the wood and paper off the wall. He's been very busy so this has been over the course of a few days, but I think he's made good progress. Until the bathtub is in, there is no huge rush anyway.

Now I realize I might sound super lazy, considering everything that's been done so far has been done by Husband. But there is something you should know about him. He really likes doing things his own way, which typically means doing it himself. Since we've been together for 10 years, I've learned how to handle these situations. I make myself completely available should be need an extra hand, and he in turn is sure to ask for that hand if he happens to need it. It works for us, even though I end up doing a lot less work than he does. Luckily, because we are both aware that this is how he works, there are no hard feelings.

I suspect that part of his reasoning for wanting to do things solo is that I'm extremely clumsy. I have been known to smack things into other things and cause a bit of a ruckus. I try really hard not to do this for the wellbeing of our house and its inhabitants, inanimate and otherwise. I'm sometimes successful, but mostly not.

Anyway, here are some closeups of the wall. So far the process has been fairly painless. It seems the part that takes the longest is organizing the wood as it comes down. We plan on using it in other places throughout the house, since we like it and reusing is green and all that.

And lastly, Husband is ever the improviser. His tools are out in the shed in a giant toolbox, and we don't have a smaller one in the house for him to use (why don't we have one? We should remedy that). So to keep things within reach, he has repurposed the cat tree (that they never use) as his tool box. Genius!

I totally married him for his brain, and not his butt.

Okay maybe a little bit for his butt.

Where it all begins

It only seems appropriate that I introduce our first project with the namesake of this space. The lumber. It will never be seen once the walls are up, but I know that each board was meticulously chosen. It's hardly the most interesting thing I'll write about (great way to start things off, eh?). But it's important. It's the foundation with which this all begins.