Once upon a time, we lived in a happy little home, with one humble little bathroom.
Then, one day Joel had 31/2 days off work…
And he said to himself, and his wife…
Who knew that there was severe water damage on some very crucial parts of this house?
Who knew there was a 10×10 post holding up the closet?
Who knew there was 3-inches of concrete behind each and every one of those tiles? Who knew?
I’d like to say I knew…because I kinda knew (and this crazy boy’s momma kinda knew) there was going to be something crazy and unexpected. I mean, I’ve seen enough episodes of DIY-Diasasters to “know”. Haven’t you?
This is right about Day 2 when Joel asked me, “Kit, can you go into our bedroom?”
I said, “Okay, I’m here, what?”
He said, “Did I just knock a hole in the bedroom wall?”
To that I replied, “Yep. You did.”
He said, “Alright. Add that to the list of repairs.”
And I was relieved to “have plans” to enjoy some of this…with some very compassionate friends.
I came home to this…(Next Christmas this boy is SO getting saw-horses! The Recycling Bin??)
There was a lot more of this…
Thankfully, we could go to the Davis’ to shower up and hit the hay.
Because in the morning REINFORCEMENTS WERE COMING!!
YAY for fabulous friend who can pitch in (all the way from Charleston!) and help. Thanks, B!
Scott’s 9-5 engineering job really paid off tonight! Because after Brandon and Joel did the plumbing all day long, Scott could come helplay the sub-flooring.
By 9:30pm we had gone from this:
It’s 11:29 and I am now going to coerce my sweet handy-man to call it a day.
PRAY because we go back to work on FRIDAY!!?