Two weeks before I was due (a week before I arrived) Mommy and Daddy got absolutely fed up with the upstairs bathroom. Daddy had done a pretty poor job trying to repaint it a couple years back and not much progress had been made since. Seems they were busy fixing up the kitchen and remodeling the office into my room. Slackers.
So Dad’s out at the Depot picking up whatever junk Dad picks up at the Depot every weekend (sorry Dad…you gotta remember, I was hanging out with Mom for nine months before I met you). And he started pricing vanities and countertops. And he called Mom and asked her if she thought they should go ahead and fix up the bathroom before I came along. Mom, who had just finished painting the bathroom (cleaning up the half-complete job Dad did) agreed.
So, would you believe? Two weeks before I’m due and my dad wants to rip out a pretty major plumbing fixture and replace it. Dad! What were ya thinkin’? Well, go figure, Dad ripped out the old vanity and whoosh! Ruptured the cold water supply line to the bathroom sink. Water, water, everywhere! That one-day mission just got extended.
After cleaning up the mess and getting as much done as he could that Sunday afternoon, Dad stepped back to look at his handy work. The new vanity cabinet was in the bathroom, but not placed where it would eventually go. The new counter and sink? Still in their box in the office. The new faucet? Ditto. Time check: 8:00pm Sunday and Dad’s got zero patience left. Uh oh. Reality check, Dad. What happens if I decide to come early? Your primary bathroom isn’t functional! You better hope you can get this cleaned up Monday evening after work.
Well, needless to say, Dad got it done the next evening and the bathroom looks 100% better than it used to. Daddy says he’s “done nesting forever.” I dunno pop…I don’t see any swingsets in the back yard… |