Not having Richard around for a week has driven me to do odd things out of boredom. Like eating an entire tub of hummus. And then, later, an entire wedge of blue cheese. And the night before, I remodeled our master bathroom. …at least one of these activities was productive.
The master bathroom has been sitting in a desperate state of disrepair since we bought our home last May. It’s the one room that we haven’t done a damn thing to, and on Tuesday evening, I finally found myself unable to look at it anymore.
I pulled on some pants (yes, I wander around the house pantsless — don’t you? — I highly recommend it) and headed out to the local home improvement store. Returning home an hour later, and down $100, I set to work. By 1:00 a.m. the next morning, the bathroom was a masterpiece.
I painted. I edged. I patched drywall. I drilled things. I grouted. I undrilled things. I did minor electrical work. I cleaned. I organized. I built a shelving unit and bolted it to the wall. And no one was there to take the drill or the tools away from me and tell me that I was going to “hurt” myself. It was spectacular.
The only thing left to do now is replace the toilet and the tub (both are leaky and require professional work, unfortunately) and tile the floor. Well, and take pictures. But I think that despite the continued presence of Drippy McToilet and the Rusty Tub From Hell, Richard will be quite surprised and pleased when he comes home tomorrow night.
Now all I need is something productive to do tonight…