April 23, Catching up on Blogging

Where do I begin?

My MasterCard Moment:

New toilet for kids: $188;

Total spent at 3 stores over 3 days because old toilet was leaking and to "do it right": $1100 and counting;

4 days of "family togetherness": PRICELESS.


We had a nice visit with my parents for Spring Break. Most all of Grandma’s great-grandchildren, all of her children, and all of her grandchildren* came to see her in one day. That was nice for her and the rest of us.

*Jim intended to visit when we had dinner at his restaurant, but I don’t know for sure that he made it out to the Island.

On both the trip South and the return North, we stopped and saw my in-laws for a couple of hours. As I was trying to untangle a few tomato plants for MIL, I broke one. It was one of the few things I managed to get done (planted) the day after our return home.

Why? Heh. Read on.

After a nice breakfast out Wednesday morning, Hubby announced we should go visit Lowe’s. “The kids need a new toilet in their bathroom.” Lowe’s was running their normal “spend $299 at one time and get zero interest for 12 months.” We scoped out what we wanted, then returned home to take measurements and make a list.

Then the Hell began.

I lost track of how many trips to Lowe’s and Churchland Hardware that my poor Karl had to make. I did have the fore-thought to completely empty Karl’s bed. The two large boxes which act as Karl the Wonder Truck’s “trunk” had to take up temporary residence in our living room.

Hubby and Oldest came tearing into the house after that first shopping expedition at Lowe’s. “I’m LATE!” He had a meeting that would start in a few minutes. I told him to not worry about the stuff and just go. Several minutes after he left, the phone rang…

“Um, Janie, is he home?”

“No.” I could almost hear the panic start to build. The whole meeting depended upon Hubby’s presence. “He left several minutes ago. He’s probably pulling up to the Lodge right now.”

The girls really didn’t understand the meaning of “clean the bathroom completely of ALL stuff”. The girls took their last baths in their tub. We got everything movable out. When we ripped up the ancient linoleum, the scope of the problem hit us. There was mold around the toilet hole. A radius of more than twelve inches was pure black.

The whole floor needed to be replaced. The old toilet was temporarily moved to the tub. Various tools and the garbage can sat with the toilet.

All the new fixtures for the bathroom were removed from Karl and carried to the living room. We could barely move through the room. Hubby consulted with Dad via telephone and made a new materials list. I took a turn at gathering materials. Churchland Hardware didn’t have “flooring” plywood. We decided to send Hubby to Lowe’s instead. I insisted he get a power miter saw.

Yes, I insisted my husband purchase power tools. (Tim Allen would be so proud.)

We used the zip-rip-something saw that my parents gave Hubby for Christmas. We carefully removed the plywood from the center of the room. The toilet had leaked at some point in the distant past, but all was dry.

I worked around Hubby and managed to get the room painted. Just like in our bathroom, the rocket scientist that installed the sink couldn’t figure out what to do with the slightly too large sink top… so he cut holes in the wall to make it fit. (I would still very much like to find this person and slap the crap out of him.) With the old sink top removed, the wall needed to be patched. I had to balance mud drying time and priming and painting.

Gazing at the sheetrock of the kitchen ceiling, I made an observation. “If we were to install a light over the sink, now would be a good time to do it, rather than trying to do it all from below at some future point.”

This decision added at least one day to the job. Everyone had to take baths in our bathroom. The children were forced to use the downstairs toilet.

To be continued…