When Wonder Boy and I bought this house we knew we would have to do work on the bathrooms. They started to crumble almost immediately after moving in but we made do. Last July one of the showers broke. But that’s why you have two, right? So we continued to make do.
Then the upstairs bathroom started to wear down with increasing speed and we began looking for contractors. After a few false starts, work on the bathrooms started in January. Because of where the bathrooms are located and in order to minimize dust, things in the house are moved around quite a bit. We purchased most of the things for both bathrooms on our own and were seeing real progress on the upstairs room. Then, in March, right before we left for Ghana, we (and by we I mean Wonder Boy because I am a chicken and he has guts) fired the contractor. He was terrible. I’ll go into more detail on that later. I am scared to describe it now because I don’t want to jinx anything.
The thing I don’t want to jinx is how things are going with our new contractor. It’s May. Almost June. At best, our bathrooms will take six months to complete.
I’m already plotting the party I intend to have when they’re done. I am going to tell everyone to come to our house with full bladders. The current theme of the party is #1 and #2. That could change but I like it.
There are pluses to the craziness. While work is being done on the rooms we are shower-less. Again. Our workaround is to shower at the YMCA and going there without working out seems silly so Wonder Boy and I are getting in shape. Honestly, that’s the only plus I can thinking of because this mostly sucks. But in a few weeks, assuming no more hiccups, we will have mold-free, smooth-ceilinged bathrooms with dual flush toilets.
I cannot wait.
