You Have WHAT on Your Ceiling?

You are probably wondering what that thing is.  If you guessed a breast implant, well bonus points for creativity, but that is not correct. 

I told you before we were revamping our house.  That picture is of quite possibly the world's ugliest bathroom light I have ever laid eyes on.  It does look like a breast implant!  It must go.

The paint has been picked out, the new hardware is waiting silently in its box to be alerted into action.  There is even a wall cabinet to be hung.  At last! Toilet paper, tissues and hand towels will be stacked in neat rows, comingling together.  It's like some sick HGTV dream.

This is a project I wish I could tackle all on my own, however painting with The Comedian around and no one to referee her would only result in disaster.  There is just no way I'm going to explain why my one year-old was climbing a ladder with a spackling knife to some nurse in the ER. 

Welcome to Crazy Town

About a year ago, on a rather traffic-clogged road trip that was full of screaming Comedians and whiney Dictators, and me trying to claw my way through the upholstery or squeeze through a vent.  Any vent!  We all felt like we were about to lose it.  TD asked for the ninety-millionth time the classic line of, "Daddy! Are we there yet?!  Where are we going?!" 

H bellowed out, "Crazy Town. We are going to Crazy Town."  "Yippie!" She yelled. "Crazy Town! I can't wait until we get to Crazy Town!!"  It was just the levity we needed at that moment.

Crazy Town.  It's our house, at any given moment, especially during the dinner hour when everyone is hungry, no one wants what I'm cooking and everyone is overtired.  Crazy Town is our life on a daily basis it seems. 

For this new decade, with the housing market and our lives the way they are right now, we have decided to make our home a bit less crazy.  In the long run at least.  We are going into 2010 simplifying some areas (no large birthday parties, no toy stores barfing up their warehouses into our home.) and creating a bit of chaos in others.  We are re-vamping our house.  We need more space. It is as simple as that. 

It began last weekend when we cleaned out the basement.  Then the attic storage space.  Unstoppable I attacked TD's closet.  The trash men deserve a sheet of gold stars and some booze for picking up all that crap this past week.  Last night after three and a half hours in the car coming home from grandma's we pulled into Lowe's parking lot "just to look at paint samples." Pfffttt... Sure, I got the paint samples.  But we also walked out with laundry room shelves, basement shelves, a bathroom wall cabinet and a new faucet.  The kids were in meltdown and I was feeling wild-eyed and slightly crazy as we checked out.  Being near so many powerful saws and nail guns wasn't helping.  It was time to go home. To Crazy Town.

I have a feeling I will soon be the mayor of Crazy Town.  2010 here we come!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Do you hear it too? It's either the sound of hysterical laughter or the heavens have parted and the angels are singing. I can't be completely sure.

Perhaps it's because of this?

THE BATHROOM IS DONE!

Cue Etta James singing 'At Last'.

THE BATHROOM IS DONE!

Aside from some tiny decorating changes it is officially done. I can actually take my toilet paper from off the wall and not from a paint can sitting on the floor. The quarter round has been painted a pristine white and is up. The trim is done. The walls are a beautiful semi-gloss green. Mint ice cream green to be exact.

I think I like it. I have to like it at this point. If for one reason only. I posses a towel rod. It's true! I no longer have to throw it over the side of the tub. Do you know how messy a bathroom looks with paint brushes, paint cans, thrown towels and tiny screws and bolts hanging about for FIVE MONTHS? Pretty damn messy. Enough to make one feel they might just go a tiny bit crazy. Add an instigating dog and a curious toddler into the mix and you just might have cause for a domestic dispute.

I think H just wanted to survive the holidays with a nice wife. Either that or the week he just spent using that bathroom while family was in town was enough to convince him that it was finally time to finish that long overdue task.

Now if I could only figure out how to decorate it....



Ok it wasn't quite this bad, but close.


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The Heaven's Sing!

Alleluia!!! My bathroom is caulked. The floor is done. The nasty old shower curtain is down! All is fixed! The new hardware has been installed.

What we thought was a weekend project turned into a month long one. The toilet sat for a week or more on the floor, hardware, screws and other assorted home renovation tools lay about all over our upstairs driving me slowly batty. Ok, not slowly.

Now though, it is Finished! All I have to do is clean it. And you know what? I'm damn excited about that fact too. A NEW bathroom and it will be clean. No more tile grout dust, dry wall patch dust, and just dust in general. Fresh towels on the the new racks. New bins for tip top organization. The only thing missing are H-proof towels. Does anyone else's husband destroy towels in record time? H does. What he does to them I'll never know but he has his own "special" towels because they get worn out so fast.

My inner and not so subtle Bree-like tendencies will be in overdrive today as I whip that new bathroom into shape. Scrubbing to my hearts content and make it all sparkly and shiny.

Yes, I just did a whole post on my new bathroom. I don't care. I will sit and stare at all it's pretty newness when all the cleaning is done. All thanks to H and his master grouting and tiling abilities. Thank you H for not throwing the bowl out the second story window or taking a sledge hammer to it though I know you wanted to.

The bathroom is perfect.