By the end of the day on Saturday, the Husband was frustrated with their progress upstairs, but I couldn’t be happier. The bones of our house have finally begun to reform, allowing me to envision exactly how everything is going to look. See? It’s the skeleton of our bathroom!
They spent two extra hours undoing the hookups for the tub and redoing them, which set them back further than they wanted. If the Husband had had his way, the bathroom studs would not be the only things up: the drywalling would also have been finished and the space prepped for the tile we plan to put in next week.
But I don’t care. I can see it now. It’s going to look something like this:
Just, flipped around with a little more space between the toilet and vanity. And I likely won’t tile the tub like that. Or have such a funny looking toilet. Or that particular sink. And my bathroom will have towels. And toothbrushes, contact lens solution, make up, and moisturizes scattered all over it. But you get the picture.
I spent the last half hour with our weekend help there explaining what it was all going to look like, pointing out the location of each feature: the toilet, the vanity, the fridge on the other side of the wall, the gas stove, the sink, the expanse of counter space in between, the breakfast bar. We could finally explain our vision for the kitchen with some success.
Even if it wasn’t as much progress and the Husband wanted, it made me happy. It reassured me that we will get through this, that we will not lose steam, or at least not yet, that before too long, we will have a livable, comfortable, uniquely ours home.