As many of you know, we've had to make some significant home repairs in the last few weeks (costing us the equivalent of about 6,000 Jr. Whoppers...gulp). For one, we ripped out our master bath shower, installled all new tile, new fixtures and a new glass door. Then we patched drywall downstairs where the plumber had cut out a big section. Then we installed new recessed lighting in our kitchen. (The latter wasn't necessary, but logical since we were already patching up the ceiling near our old 1985-style fluorescent box.) Of course, WE didn't actually DO any of it. We couldn't even if we tried. So the Jr. Whoppers were all spread out over many workers over the last several weeks.
Being the pessimist and insomniac that I am, I've stayed up many nights assuming the first day we'd use the new shower, the kitchen ceiling would leak again or just plain fall in. I envisioned lawsuits and threats and many bottles of Advil. I imagined the conversations I would have with the tile guy. "Yeah. Hey Paul. It's Erika. Um, we really need you to get out here. When Kevin got in the shower this morning it started to rain in our kitchen."
I couldn't be happier to report that we both took event-free showers this morning. And I am thrilled to step onto new, fresh tile instead of stepping on 15 squirty water toys, a whale-shaped watering can, a platic Dora doll and 4 plastic turtles.
I know what you're thinking. "Welcome to home ownership." Pmhmfff.
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