The Construction That Will Never End

So, like I mentioned in a previous post, our bathroom kicked the bucket. Everything but the tub and sink/cabinet had to be ripped out because of rot. This all started…three weeks ago, I think, and it’s still not over.

This is the construction that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
This guy started working, moving slowly as a sloth
And he’ll keep on working forever just because
This is the construction that never ends…

(Yes, that was a lame attempt at humor.)

At first we were told it’d be done in about a week. And then “I need a few more days.” And then “It’ll be done by Thursday.” Five more days of work later, and maybe it will be done tomorrow. Judging from the slow-as-hell pace the guy doing the work is going today (well, every day, but today, too), I highly doubt that. He’s had to redo multiple things several times and if “Slowly, Slowly, Slowly Said The Sloth” were adapted to feature a human, this guy would be the new character.

And the kicker? We’re paying by the day.

So now, what started as a $50 fix in the bathroom has hit close to the $3,000 mark.


I’ve learned a valuable lesson, though — the next time we have to have work done, we’ll agree on a set price for the project and that’ll be the price, regardless of whether it’s done in five days or freaking 20.

I’m not sure which I want more — to have a functional shower in my master bathroom or to not have people that don’t live here in my house every day. (Yes, people, because sometimes he brings his four kids, which I end up having to babysit.) I’m sure anyone would feel that way, but being pretty introverted, it’s like, damn.

We’re going out of town to the beach this weekend. Screw this bathroom mess and all of the other crap that’s going on right now. We probably shouldn’t be spending extra money, but $200 is a drop in the bucket compared to what has already been spent! My husband and I are both tense, anxious, and both feeling rather depressed over this. Gah. Icing on the cake — tomorrow is the dreaded physical. After losing quite a bit of weight, I’ve put back on almost 10 pounds (yay, emotional eating), so I’m super dreading this.

It has been a weird month. We’ve definitely had a trying month (and some other stuff has been going on that I haven’t written about yet), but so have every single one of my close friends. It’s like January and February have decided to be “The shit hits the fan” months. This even-number year is feeling more like an odd-number year.

How has your 2018 been so far?


When Things Go Wrong, They Go WRONG

We decided to do a few upgrades/repairs around the house after the holidays were over. We wanted to put down new flooring in our hall bathroom, paint the kid’s room, paint the cabinets and install new hardware, and fix what appeared to be a stain at the bottom of a wall in the bathroom and paint that room, too. It would take a little time, but wouldn’t cost more than $350-$400, which isn’t bad to give those rooms a bit of a face lift.

And this is the part where God LOLs.

That little stain on the wall in the bathroom? Rot. Husband cut that section of wall off to find the…frame?…completely rotted. Damn. Not the end of the world, but it would take extra work for sure.

So he started pulling up/cutting out the rest of the wall/frame/whatever that stuff is and found that the rot extended all through the stone-tiled shower, to the wall between the shower and our bedroom, and into the tiled bathroom floor. The glass-tiled shower had to be torn down with a sledgehammer, the whole shower has to come up, and all of the flooring has to come up, plus the walls and at least a little of our bedroom floor.




That bathroom literally looked like something out of a magazine and now it’s gone (or partly gone, the rest will be gone soon enough) and he a) hasn’t found the leak that caused all that rot (fuck you, slab foundation add-on) and b) he isn’t entirely sure that the rot doesn’t extend much into our bedroom because he hasn’t pulled up much of the wood floor yet.

My husband kept saying, “Well, it could be worse, XYZ could be rotted, too,” and then lo and behold, it was. Eventually he stopped saying “Well, it could be worse” since that seemed like some high level jinx.

That little $400 or less job just turned into at least $1500, and that’s just buying a new cheap shower and floor, plus whatever the labor costs is going to be to hire someone to help with that.

Still not the end of the world, I guess, and I’ll try to be thankful that at least this small crisis is something we have savings for because my husband has a good job and we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies and (whatever else I’m grateful for here), but still…all the fucks.

In other news, the pain from the surgery has gone down a ton, so yay! I definitely have some residual hearing, enough to make out songs on my phone when it’s pressed up against my ear, but it is very weird/warped right now. This is making me realize that even though the hearing in the ear I had implanted was bad, it still made a big difference. My activation is in about three weeks, so hopefully it starts off good!

**Everyone keep your fingers crossed that the rot ends at the bedroom entrance.**