See? That's the problem. I have no idea what to do with it, and neither does Tony. We're not the useful types of people. I do believe that we have the ... errrr... intellectual ability to know when someone else is doing something wrong when they're working on our house (ha ha) or to figure out exactly what needs to be done in theory before collapsing, overwhelmed by the thought of doing it ourselves, on to the bed, and decide it will have to wait for another year. (You know, that elusive year where we have so much money that we won't miss spending it on a serial-killer contractor). That's just a secondary reason for why we haven't done anything to the bathroom. I got a quote last fall - $15k - $20k for what I wanted done. Another paralyzing moment. I'm obsessed with this bathroom problem.
I noticed something about house projects. They are like diets. If you spend a lot of time thinking about them, talking about them, and planning for them, you get some sort of mental satisfaction from that process. It's enough to make you feel like you DID something, and then you don't. You do nothing - like implementing the perfect diet (or workout plan, or whatever). So I must have delivered the necessary amount of dopamine to the little receptors in my brain that were thirsting for them, because the project got put on hold again.
I told Tony that I would NOT get pregnant until he did something about that bathroom because I don't want to bathe a baby in that tub, or keep turning the house alarm off to go downstairs and pee 10x a night because the upstairs toilet doesn't work. Now I'm pregnant and protesting loudly again, but I suspect that absolutely nothing will happen.
That doesn't mean that I didn't get my Black & Decker Complete Guide to Bathrooms out again!
