We’re now just three days from departure to Europe, and our bathroom remodel project is supposed to be done.
Of course, it is not.
Of course, I am losing my mind with stress, and losing use of my left leg with multiple sclerosis as a result.
I’m like a little 1950s robot spinning around short circuiting from all the activity, smoke coming out of my ears and my limbs rattling loose.
That’s exactly what I am, actually.
I want to scream.
And it’s not good for me.
Two more work days to go, then two weeks off, and then we’ll come home and fix this pile of stinking mermaid poo.
In the meantime, I don’t know what else to say about the bathroom except that most of it is done, and beautiful…
And there are some things I am really, REALLY happy with…
But, there are a few, not-so-little things I’m not happy with…
Arggghhh. We’re being told we have a “defective batch of grout.” It’s now completely cured, and everywhere – floor and walls – it looks 20 years old and moldy.
So, happy vacation to us. When we get back, we’ll be holding a gun to either the contractor’s or the tile guy’s OR his supplier’s head until it gets replaced.
Because no one’s getting paid before we leave. In fact, I might spend all the renovation money on cheese in Paris. Definitely some of it on alcohol.
Off we go…
Trent and the One-Legged Short-Circuited Mermaid Robot