I mean, there’s nothing in the world that can reach down deep into your soul and make you feel all warm and fuzzy like taking a sledgehammer to a moldy, twenty-year-old bathroom.
I woke up Saturday feeling like I wanted to hit something with a hammer. Which, let’s be honest, I wake up feeling like that on most days. On this particular morning, however, I was in the mood to indulge myself, and it didn’t take me long to identify the upright coffin masquerading as a shower in the master bath as my victim. I may have pointed a finger at it and said “You. You’re gone.”
Because I find verbal intimidation to be highly effective in demolition.
Also effective? A sawsall and three-pound hammer. This place looks much better already (even though I just now realized that picture is fuzzy as hell. Just squint your eyes a bit, which is exactly what is required when you look at it in real life.)
Pretty sure I could have withstood a nuclear blast from inside of that thing, since it took a couple of hours to even put a dent in it.
At some point mid-destruction I took my dust mask off for a minute, put it back on, and then started to get irrationally effing pissed that the thing was blocking my vision. Then I looked in the mirror.
Ah. So… it works better when you put it on right-side up then? Yeah.
Demo was kind of hit or miss. Like, I hit a lot of shit with the hammer, but I also miss-stepped and landed on a board, rusty-nail side up. By “up” I mean “up through the bottom of my boot an into my foot.” I flirt with tetanus at least once a week around here, just to keep things exciting.
After a few hours I’d made a dent in the wall tile, floor tile, and a bit of the shower. I also, somewhat unfortunately, managed to get the large, black mirrors down without breaking them. Which means I feel obligated to keep them in one piece instead of throwing them in the dumpster.
Just. I mean. What the hell? Why?
Okay, maybe they are going in the dumpster.
My plan was to resume demo and clean-up on Sunday, but instead I got to spend three hours and $400 at the emergency vet, just for the privilege of having the cat puke all over me. He’s doped up on kitty-asprin and laying next to my chair snoring as I write this, so things are pretty much back to normal around here.
These days my life is basically squeezing in progress between bouts of animal adventures…
But with faces like that to hug on, who could complain?
Its comforting to know that someone else lives such a glamorous life, like me! I don’t have animal adventures…but I do have four kids, and we are remodeling a 100 year old 3000+ sq.ft. house while living in it. Makes for slow progress & lots of adventures! Thanks for sharing your adventures with us:)
That sounds like quite a project (but those kids will definitely grow up knowing how to DIY!)
So satisfying to get rid of that black lagoon of rust and mould.
Was the cat helping? Is that why it got sick? Mine ‘help’ and it generally ends up with me spraying fabric protector everywhere to mitigate damage from vomit etc (don’t ask about the etc). So, so very glamorous, cheers
You continue to live the high life (or is that Kitty?!)…I am so jealous!
I don’t suppose you were wearing much for shoes during the demo?
Full on work boots! I do a lot barefoot, but crunching over broken ceramic tiles is beyond even me 😉
I just found your website and have spent the last hour laughing at your exploits – they are SO familiar. When you come to re-install your bathroom let me know: I am 1-year into a plumbing course and may be able to help a bit!
Love, Jules x
That’s awesome! I’ve always learned on the fly (except for the book-courses for my contractors license) but one day I may actually take some practical trade classes.
Why is the kitty sick? He didn’t get exposed to drywall dust, did he?
That cat gets exposed to a lot, but the sickness was just some kind of virus. He couldn’t meow and was hiding under the bed for a couple of days, but they gave him some fluids and he perked up. He’s currently outside chasing the sparrows, so we’re back to normal around here!
Bet that was a satisfying task! Love the donkey pic =P
I know the feeling of finally getting to a certain remodel that has been die for a long time. Way to grab the bull by the horns and get it done.