Literally. So, you know how on Friday I said it was time to do something about my pathetic bathroom? Well, guess what? I started it. My arms are still protesting. Sunday night, they hurt so bad that I ended up doped up on Ibuprofen and sleeping on the couch. Pain. Oh, the pain. Just sayin’.
The bathroom is getting a mini makeover. You know, there are lots of kinds of makeovers. Full ones that include losing 50 lbs, a whole new wardrobe, haircut, color, highlights, and even accessories like purses and jewelry. I call these kinds of makeovers, “The Rodeo Drive” of makeovers. Well, that’s not happening to my bathroom. My bathroom is getting the Pic-n-Save makeover. You get a new outfit, maybe a haircut, and a new shade of lipstick or something. Yeah… the “lick and a promise” makeover– that’s what we’re doing. Why? Because this is the year of the dental work, not the year of the bathroom. In about two years, we’ll go for a more “Rodeo Drive” style– well, maybe more like Macy’s. We’re not Gucci people.
However, QUITE A BIT has been accomplished. In the past four days Kevin and I have…
- Scrubbed the shower. This took about five hours. No. Joke.
- Caulked the shower. Can we just say that this was a feat?
- Waxed the shower. *whimpers*
Then it got interesting… we…
- Scraped and brushed the walls above the shower. (this made a nice mess in my nice clean shower too. Just sayin’.)
- Added new mud to the places that crumbled in the scraping (gaping holes).
- Mudded the HOLES in the drywall near the floor (where water has eaten it away over the past 22 years. Yeah, some idiot thought it was a good idea to use regular drywall next to a shower/tub combo)
- Primered the walls.
- Primered the vanity.
- Paint the vanity
- Paint the whole room
- Install the splash guards
- Install the upper seal
- Install the rack
- Scrub the sink
- Wax the sink
- Install a new faucet
- Hang the new shower curtains
And I’m sure there’s more. More.
*whimpers whilst curled in fetal position*
Here’s a bit of our progress… it looks pathetic because we’ve replaced nothing. We’ve just used an obscene amount of elbow grease and “concealer” in the form of primer.
Oh, is this where I should remind you that we have one bathroom and eleven people– eight of whom are females, all but one over the age of 13