Becoming House-Broken
So I feel as though Brian and I are caught in some sort of cycle of abuse with our house (specifically, home repairs), although I haven't yet decided who's abusing whom. Most of the time, I think Brian and I are the ones ending up bruised and battered even if we are the ones who initiate the conflict. After going through an all-too brief happy phase in which we were pleased with the new deck and the updates in the hall bathroom, we opted to dive into a few more "small" projects to spruce up the house before the holiday season. Now, we're back in the throng of home improvement. Even Anna has been seen picking up a screwdriver and taking it to some randoom object, saying determinedly, "Fix it!"
Foolishly, Brian and I figured we could knock out updating door knobs and the master bathroom without too much stress over the span of 2-3 days. After my third failed attempt at installing new door knobs, I threw in the towel. I'm thankful for Brian's persistence and am even willing to put up with him yelling at inanimate objects if it means we'll be done with all this soon. So far, Brian's back is out of whack (possibly irreparably), and I sliced my finger while trying to use a pair of kitchen shears to pry a metal plate off one of the door knobs. Hopefully, the injuries will stop there, but as we're quickly learning, nothing is as easy as it should be when you're dealing with an older home. Nothing is square, nothing feels at all clean, and there are no guarantees about what you may find when you start pulling up flooring or looking behind cabinets. Apparently, we aren't the only ones who have had issues with this house. We counted three layers of nasty vinyl flooring in our teeny bathroom. Even though it's probably a bad idea, my vote is that we add a fourth rather than relive the nightmare from the hall bath. At this rate, people 100 years from now may wonder why the ceilings are only 6 feet high in that bathroom...
I am thankful for the holiday break, though, regardless of the construction debris littering my little house. I'm excited to see family, and am looking forward to having Brian home for an extended chunk of time. I know Anna will be delighted with all the food and people this year, too.
If I don't manage to post before Turkey Day, Happy Thanksgiving!
Foolishly, Brian and I figured we could knock out updating door knobs and the master bathroom without too much stress over the span of 2-3 days. After my third failed attempt at installing new door knobs, I threw in the towel. I'm thankful for Brian's persistence and am even willing to put up with him yelling at inanimate objects if it means we'll be done with all this soon. So far, Brian's back is out of whack (possibly irreparably), and I sliced my finger while trying to use a pair of kitchen shears to pry a metal plate off one of the door knobs. Hopefully, the injuries will stop there, but as we're quickly learning, nothing is as easy as it should be when you're dealing with an older home. Nothing is square, nothing feels at all clean, and there are no guarantees about what you may find when you start pulling up flooring or looking behind cabinets. Apparently, we aren't the only ones who have had issues with this house. We counted three layers of nasty vinyl flooring in our teeny bathroom. Even though it's probably a bad idea, my vote is that we add a fourth rather than relive the nightmare from the hall bath. At this rate, people 100 years from now may wonder why the ceilings are only 6 feet high in that bathroom...
I am thankful for the holiday break, though, regardless of the construction debris littering my little house. I'm excited to see family, and am looking forward to having Brian home for an extended chunk of time. I know Anna will be delighted with all the food and people this year, too.
If I don't manage to post before Turkey Day, Happy Thanksgiving!
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