If you thought maybe I was taking a long break from giving you updates on my bathroom because it was finished and I’m spending all of my evenings lounging around in my bathtub… yeah.
I’ve had that fantasy too.
But mostly I’ve been spending my nights and weekends covered in drywall dust. And paint.
It’s a glamorous life, you guys. Try not to be jealous.
Actually, this transition into cold and dark-all-of-the-time is hard as hell. Every year. And even though I’ve gone through this for a lot of years, it still surprises me every time. I know we like to glorify that ability to “push through” all the hard shit in life… I get it. Like, meh, it’s just a little cold and dark. Put your big girl Carhartts on and get over it. Right? Right. I tell myself that a lot.
But I’ve also learned the power of giving yourself some grace. Of saying, you know, most of the year you can’t get me away from my power tools with a pry bar and a winch, but right now I get home from work, take care of the animals, and all I want to do is put on my PJ’s and read books. And that’s okay. (In the last month I’ve re-read the Harry Potter series, Ender’s Game, and started in on the Patric O’Brian books, by the way, and I highly recommend this way of easing yourself in to winter. Even if you don’t have a working bathtub to soak yourself in while reading.)
SPEAKING OF BATHTUBS THOUGH…
Enough lamenting about the loss of daylight and almost all of my motivation. I’ve still been working on the bathroom (once I play enough Brett Dennen on my iPod to get me motivated by dancing around and singing into my paintbrush… it happens. (If you need some dancin-around-the-house music, I recommend checking this out.)
So, anyway, I’ve been working on the damn bathroom, but let’s not pretend this all happened in the last weekend or something. This is hours here-and-there over the last month or so…
First, you may recall, there was a ton of demo for this small space, including the tile floor (uncovering this disaster), the closet, and some of the walls around the tub. It doesn’t seem like it should have taken effing forever, but it did. Still, I eventually got it all done.
Then I got to work “rebuilding” everything. First up was patching the rotted subfloor around the toilet.
Which basically consisted of cutting a piece of OSB down to size and then screwing it in place. Not hard, just the general pain-in-the-ass of working in a small space. (Also, I did this when it was still warm enough to be cutting the wood out on my back porch.)
Then I leveled the floor. For whatever reason I’m leery about using a self-leveler (control freak, anyone?) and there was really just one corner that needed to be fixed. So I used a few screws (screwed in to the appropriate depth) to mark my “level.”
Let me just be clear that this is my no means an “approved” method for figuring out how to level your floor. There are probably much better ways, but I didn’t google it, and I happened to have screws on hand, and, you know, it worked. So. I highly recommend trusting your own brain and problem-solving skills, and not just whatever I did.
Anyway. Once I had the screws in place I used mortar and a trowel to level everything out.
Which worked well enough. This is just the base for the 1/2″ tile board that I’ll be putting down next.
Then I turned my attention to the walls.
There was so much drywall to patch, with seams that were close enough together that I had to completely finish one seam in order to mud the one 4″ over properly.
I also ended up with a funky little spot on the ceiling that needed to be patched. Note: I used the term “funky little spot” and not “the four inches of ceiling drywall from hell that were specifically designed to to crush my soul” but after a few hours of trying to patch this bitch, I can tell you that they’re pretty much synonymous.
The first patch was too small and I couldn’t manage to attach it properly. So I finally gave up, cut a larger patch, traced it and cut a larger hole on the ceiling…
And was then able to get the patch in place.
It only took an hour, four unnecessary holes in the ceiling, and half of the swear words in my vocabulary.
So that was fun.
BUT just in the last week enough of the walls were done that I decided it was time for a coat of paint. Which means it’s time to say goodbye to this iteration of the words on my bathroom wall…
I’m going to miss this one particularly. Mostly because I make myself laugh.
That wall served it’s purpose though, and was meant to be temporary since this will mostly be a guest bathroom eventually.
A few more coats of paint, a little bit of drywall work, and getting the tile board in place on the floor and in the shower. And then, finally, it will be time to tile (like I thought I’d be doing a couple of months ago.)
Things take the time they take though, especially in winter.