I mean, why not? It's a free country, right?
So last week, we discussed all the things we wanted to do...a complete makeover of the downstairs bathroom, new counter tops and refacing the cabinets in the kitchen, tile in the foyer, laundry room, as well as the master bathroom and the kids' bathroom upstairs, and crown moulding with rope lighting in the family room. Eventually, we'll add on a bonus room, which will give us some more much-needed space.
I make it all sound so easy, don't I?
It's moments like these that make me wonder why we didn't hire someone to do it all for us. Oh yeah, now I remember...when we were figuring out how much it would cost for us to do all the labor versus hiring someone, we realized we'd save a crapload of money.
And Tim, who is anti-vacation, mentioned, "We could go on a serious vacation with all the money we save doing it ourselves". Sign me up.
So this weekend, we began the process of ripping up the linoleum in the downstairs bathroom, as well as the foyer.
Or should I say, Tim began the process...I was too busy trying to keep the young whipper-snappers out of his way so he didn't end up mortaring their little body parts to the floor and/or sawing off a couple of their legs.
When he took out the toilet and the sink, they were in awe. They kept wanting to look down the big black hole left in the floor by the toilet.
Only MY kids, right? I ended up convincing them that if they pulled out the towel that Tim used to cover up the hole, that snakes would come flying out and land in their hair.
Here's Tim ripping out the linoleum...while cursing every 5 seconds.
This is the aftermath, after the removal of the linoleum. Just plain ole' concrete. The sound of Tim scraping at it with the shovel thingie made my skin crawl. I'm convinced he spent way more time doing that than necessary, just to irritate me.
After that, he called it quits, saying he was "tired and sore". I can't blame him, as I was "tired and sore" from trying to keep the kids out of his hair.
If I had known that all it would take was threatening them with, "Santa is gonna send the Easter Bunny an e-mail telling him to stay far away from here" to get them to stay out of Tim's way, I probably wouldn't have been so drained.
Sunday morning rolled around and we laid the tile out to get an idea of how it would look and where Tim would need to cut some of it in order for it to fit.
That's pretty much where it ended. Man, it's challenging doing home renovations when you got 4 little rugrats to take care of at the same time.
They were getting on Tim's last nerve so I finally gathered them all up so we could ride our bikes to the park. Guess they were so over the whole Santa/Easter Bunny threat.
Anyway, that's why I've been absent from blogging these last couple of days...it may continue that way off and on over the next couple of weeks.
I'm exhausted, which is why this post is lacking any and all forms of humor and sarcasm. I know, imagine that?
Oh and I want to thank each of you who came by the other day to congratulate me on reaching 1000 followers!! If I haven't stopped by your neck of the woods yet, I'll be by soon!