you’re wondering what’s up with the bathroom?

Well, darlings, something bad has happened.  Something very, very, very bad.  The contractor went bankrupt whilst in the middle of our bathroom project and decided to go out of business, leaving us with his bills and an unfinished bathroom.  The year is starting out shittily.  Excuse my french, but wouldn’t you say so, too?  Shit, shit, shittily shit. damn, shit, poo shit, shit, shit, shit.  (Note to self: mark this post as not suitable for under 18).

Anyway, the bathroom is more like a curse of a bathroom.  :(

We had to pay off the plumber just to get the toilet working.  And that was after we had already paid the contractor to pay him.  Yeah.  Sucks, right?  Shit, shit, shit!!!  Well, good thing is now we have running water in there.  Bad things are that we have no electricity, no shower door, and the walls need to be primed more with mud and tape, and everything just needs to be finished.  ya know.

DH is making the best of it.  He went and bought some MAN stuff and it’s real manly in there now.

So maybe the workers aren’t that bad.

I spoke with the contractor and he was really receptive to my concerns, which in a way kind of upset me, because I was all ready to bring out the beyotch.  Oh well.  :):):)  Good news is…one more week.  yay.

Here’s a picture proof of my OCD (just kidding, I don’t really have OCD, I just like to label things).

the bathroom is almost finished.

I need to make a mental note of what they have left to do.  I think they’ll be done by Wed so I can clean up the basement in time for my Christmas Eve party.  Let’s see, they have to put in the toilet, the vanity, the shower door, and the baseboards.  Think they can do that in 3 days?  Hmm, I hope!

bathroom’s getting closer and closer to being done and done. yipee.

The next day:

Bathroom update

It’s slowly coming together.

Here they cemented the bottom of the shower.

bottom of shower

They smoothed and fixed the mysterious hole in the cement covering the new pipes in the basement.

the waterproofed the shower walls

beautiful slate floor.

what's picked out for the vanity top.

messy construction workers and puppy pics. Hmm, a bit odd, momma knows..

One day I came home to my key in the doorknob, with the screen door wide open, so everyone and anyone walking or driving by could see.  This just really irked me.  Those damn construction dudes.  When I walked in the door, one of them was coming up from the basement and before even saying hello, I said, “you left the key in the door.” Dammit.  My dh thinks it’s possible (and I may admit this, too) that they thought I was being a beyotch ( and I wasn’t on purpose) (or maybe I was) and because of that they have been doing a shitty job since.  Case in point?  The mess they left:

And this mysterious hole in the cement they had poured over the pipes in the basement (in the laundry room), which was a shitty job in the first place.  How am I supposed to put tile back over it?

But okay, okay, the actual room is starting to look fabulous.

Well, dh just told me they have a week and a half worth of work left to do.  I have a feeling I’m going to be spring cleaning and rearranging the basement as soon as they’re finished.  Ahem, as well as doing a deep sanitizing on the upstairs bathroom.  I kinda don’t think vinegar is gonna cut it for this one. (see previous posts)

Anyway, in my furry, I was getting a bit camera happy and decided to take some pics of the pups to make me happy.  You know what is hilarious?  Charlie licks his mouth every time I take his picture.  Check it out:

And here’s Jake, trying to shake:

aw, Jake, such a tough guy.

Taking pics of pups is a good de-stresser.

bathroom update. days three and four.

Day 3 of the bathroom project: plumbing.

I had a headache.  I had to pick up ds from school, because the power went out.  I came home to a jackhammer in the basement.

Day 4.  Plumbing finished.  You can see where the sink, shower and toilet will be.  Just when I thought I could let the barking dogs be free, the electrician showed up.

 

 

bathroom drama, do third graders know what s-e-x is, and Charlie’s got a broken leg. These are the days of my life.

Well, sometimes I feel like there’ll never be an end to the craziness of my crazy life.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s a crazy beautiful life, but busy and full of surprises.  Mostly good, for sure.

Wednesday was the official groundbreaking for our bathroom addition in the basement.  I’d been kind of fretting about it, because I am the one that cleans the bathroom upstairs.  It’s our only bathroom at the moment.  So, while the contractors work on the basement bathroom, where will they go?  I was starting to get the heebyjeebies about having to clean up a bunch of stranger’s piss on the seat (and floor, if they’re sloppy).  It’s bad enough I have to clean up after dh and ds.  They’re not that messy, but I clean on my hands and knees and it aint pretty.  But the excitement of the groundbreaking was far beyond my anxiety of getting the heebyjeebies.  Until day 2, Thursday, one of the guys came up and asked to use the bathroom.  I said, sure, sure, sure.  Really, like that, because, really, I was thinking No, No, NO.  But then he was in there a while and I was thinking Noooooooooooooo.  I didn’t take into account they’d be doing number twos.  OMG!  My heebyjeeby anxiety alert jumped about ten notches when he came out of the bathroom and asked for some spray.  oh wait!  He didn’t ask for spray, but I was thinking he should’ve.

After some hyperventilating and relaxation techniques, I am fine.  Really.  I’m just happy to be getting a new bathroom.

I keep telling myself that anyway.

Here’s a pic of the framing – the absolute beginning of this project.  I’m thinking it’s going to be 3 or 4 weeks.

Anxiety alert went into full swing again when Charlie got run over by Jake.  I mean, literally.   He broke his arm or something, because he’s limping around like Simon Birch.  I took him to the vet today and for 50.00 he told me to wait out the weekend and if he’s not better by Monday, I’ll have to pay another 100.00 for an x-ray (and that’s not including sedation and another exam fee.  damn, pets cost alotta dinero.)  let me show you again how much bigger Jake is than Charlie:

And then today I volunteered at ds’s school.  First, I re-shelved books in the library and then helped kids open milk cartons in the cafeteria.  If you volunteer just an hour, they give you free lunch.  And who doesn’t love school lunches?  (Me and my affinity for cafeteria food is no good for my desire to join the slow food movement, so I don’t think it’s ever gonna happen.  Or, I could always just keep contradicting myself.)  Anyway, I was sitting with ds as I ate my lunch.  He was next to me and a little girl in his class sat in front of me.  She pointed to a kid on the other side of my ds and said, “he just said something inappropriate.”  My first thought was, ‘isn’t that funny?  They must hear that word often.’ But then I made the mistake of asking her what he said and she replied, “he said S-E-X.”  Ack.  I was shocked.  Completely shocked!!!  My ds is in third grade.  Do these kids even know what s-e-x is?  I was panicking, I froze.  I didn’t know what to say, so I just stared ahead, not looking into anyone’s eyes.  But I could feel their stares, their fears about what I was going to do or say.  Was I mad?  they wanted to know, but I shut down; I mentally covered my ears and sang, “lalalalalalalalalala.”  And when they saw I was paying no attention, they went on with their lunch.  and so did I.  But now, alas: what shall I do?    Is it time for the birds and the bees?  I haven’t prepared.  I have no idea what to do.

umph.  pizza’s ready.  Gotta go….