I'm writing this covered in dust...but it's happy dust. I'm sanding the dry putty/filler from the bathroom floor today. I can wait no longer to have my bathroom put to right, so I'm doing it myself. I just wished DH had listened when I chimed over and over that when filling/puttying a floor, less is more. (I went through this before when I laid my mom's kitchen floor when I was 19. Long story, but if you pull up the tile, my brother and I did a wicked War of the Worlds scene on the sub-floor while we waited for dad to get back with the big industrial sander. Apparently my brother and I thought more was better...but I digress).
So today is day what, 30, 40, 50, I have lost count and I want my bathroom back. I have a 4 hour break to "clean, shop, tend to MB" in my day before I go back to work and today I'm sanding a floor and keeping MB away b/c there is a wicked amount of black dust flinging around the bathroom.
Why am I so impatient? I'm gonna pay for this in more than one way I'm sure.
Less you think Monkey Boy is neglected. I did play 2 games of Memory with him before I started...and I was letting him sweep the bathroom floor until he wacked me with the broom he was calling a vacuum and said "oops I vacuumed you mommy"...yeah, right in to head trauma cutie pie.
back to the sanding if I'm gonna get this done soon. Then all dh has to do is lay the latex primer, I will hit the tiles, (that is my speciality) and then he can install the sink tonight.
Could I really have a whole bathroom back by the end of today.
I can hope. or I can finish being impatient and make it so myself.
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You Go Girl! You should change careers. Keep us posted.
You are one tough cookie! I admire your tenacity! :)
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