After many weeks, screams, dollars, and disasters, I have a newly remodeled master bathroom. Yesterday was the first day I was able to take a shower in it since owning this house.
You always try to steady yourself for everything to go terribly wrong when remodeling, though no matter how much you prepare for, it’s always more. Rotten walls and floor behind the old shower – sure, I expected that. Pipes the wrong length, height, or size for the new stuff – of course. Things breaking left and right and needing to get three times the parts and materials as anticipated to compensate for bad design – naturally. I wouldn’t have guessed the floor would end up delaying everything for days.
Whoever did that floor is just, well, a bad person. Linoleum on top of linoleum stapled six-hundred times through a layer of plywood and even more linoleum beneath it into the subfloor. I threw my back out trying to get it all up, leaving me useless as my dad and a friend had to finish the rest of the demolition. Bad times.
I could go on a tirade detailing the countless setbacks and frustrations the whole process entailed, but at this point I’m just glad it’s over, and grateful to have gotten so much help with it all, particularly from my father, who willingly came all the way up here for the first week just to take part in this misery.
In light of that, here’s hoping he has an especially happy father’s day today.
[I kind of regret that I never got a true “Before”, but I’d already repainted and replaced the switches/outlets when first moving in.]