MIL left, but then the following weekend, my dad came to visit. On Friday night, we took the kids to see Virginia play lacrosse, which was fun (especially since they won). Zeke and Josie had no idea what was going on, but they dug all the clapping and cheering and the fact that we basically let them have popcorn and Skittles for dinner, and they jumped around hooting and hollering "Goooo Virginia!!!" and had a blast.
The next morning, my dad got Zeke his first big-boy bike. We knew he was ready for it because he's been riding a balance bike and knows how to stay up. Except that in the store, the kids' bikes all have training wheels on them, and once Zeke got a little taste of that, he was hooked. We are trying to work with him to prepare for taking the training wheels off, because he absolutely doesn't need them, plus when he has them, he's not particularly safe to ride with. He doesn't pay attention because he doesn't have to - there's no risk of falling. He and I were riding our bikes home from the ice cream store down the street, and he's stopping suddenly to look at dandelions and randomly slowing down and speeding up and remarking "hey! It's the number 10 bus! That's the one you ride, right, Mama?"
I almost crashed into him about 5 times.
I know we could just take the training wheels off the bike when he's not around and spring it on him, but he'll seriously lose his shit and I would prefer to have him ready for it. So we'll see.
In any event, we spent the entire weekend riding bikes, and it was incredibly fun.
In the meantime, the week before, all kinds of other stuff was going on as well. Last Thursday, I achieved the next rank up in my Beachbody business (I'm a diamond now, sparkly bling!!), which is pretty sweet. More money, more perqs from the company, more opportunities to grow the business further.
But then Friday, I learned that an old high school friend of mine died (he had been a quadriplegic since junior year, and I think his body just gave out), and that the brother of a close family friend had lost his 3-year bout with brain cancer. So sad.
And this week, we're gearing up for some big home renovations. We're getting some new windows put on the house (right now, only 2 windows in our 116-year-old dwelling open), and that's happening this Friday. About a week or so after that, we're having our upstairs bathroom redone.
Let me tell you about our upstairs bathroom. It is the poster child for the shitty, cheap renovations that the previous owners did. I can't even decide what the worst thing about it is. Perhaps the fact that they painted over the gorgeous trim (and the outside of the clawfoot tub) with paint that resembled dried blood? There are few colors in the world I despise more than that dark burgundy.
Or perhaps it's that they glued disgusting industrial grade carpet to the floor? In a bathroom???
Or maybe it's that they took old beadboard wainscotting and covered it up with cheap ugly tiles, which don't line up properly and have huge gaps behind the toilet because whoever installed it was was either drunk or on crack?
No, what really takes the cake is that they put in a cheap vanity, surrounded it with vile gold-colored plastic soap holders and the like, AND COULDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO LINE THE SINK UP WITH THE BUILT-IN MIRROR. So when you brush your teeth or wash your face or something, you have to lean over to the left to see yourself. (Plus there's that HEINOUS light fixture - ugh.)
Honestly, any one of these things would be awful on its own, but in combination, I swear this room could win a prize for worst renovation EVER.
We are ripping out the disgusting carpet and replacing it with black and white mosaic tile. We're getting rid of the crappy-ass wall tile and putting the beadboard wainscoting back, and painting the top of the wall some bright, pretty color (haven't decided yet). We're moving the toilet over so we can get a nice vanity that lines up with the sink. We're repainting the trim and door white, and having the clawfoot tub restored and re-enameled in white. The bathroom will be worthy of the house again.
So that's me in a nutshell.
Before I scrolled down, I was hoping you were exaggerating about the tub. Oh my god. Honestly, it couldn't be worse.
ReplyDeleteAny thing you do in there is going to be a massive improvement! Can't wait to see the final results.
What's so crazy is that when we moved in, the whole house was like that. We've managed to fix up most of it, but there is still plenty to do, particularly the kitchen. But the kitchen is functional and not as offensively ugly as the bathroom, so I opted to do the bathroom first (plus I can't afford to do the kitchen yet).
DeleteGood on you for having the patience to renovate that bathroom... I would have opted for throwing a grenade in there. Sweet Jesus. Can't wait to see the after pics!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait until it's done. It'll be so pretty. Right now, every time I walk in there, it pisses me off.
DeleteHahhaaa that bathroom really is awful! We just put in an offer on a foreclosure, the lone bathroom in the house is worse than that, and will be top priority to renovate if we get it... well, besides fixing the plumbing...
ReplyDeleteOurs was an estate sale, and was an absolute steal for our neighborhood. Amazing location, great bones and character in the house. But it will be years before it looks like I want.
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