My master bathroom has been empty for 7 1/2 months. No toilet. No sink. No shower. My husband started renovating it 7 1/2 months ago. Unfortunately for him, he started demolition on his birthday. Makes it really easy for me to remember exactly how long it's been.
The length of this bathroom renovation doesn't annoy me at all. OK. So maybe it'd be nice to not climb over his Shop-Vac to get in my closet. But overall, it's all good. Here's why. 7 1/2 months ago when my beloved pulled out the sledgehammer intending to have his way with our retro funkadelic bathroom, I pointed out that he might not have time to finish such a big project since he'd be busy finishing his bachelor's degree for the next six months. Get this. Dude looks at me and says, "Don't worry, it won't take six months. I swear." Priceless. Even he laughs about it now. How could he not when our bathroom looked like this for 7 1/2 months:
Which I guess is better than this retro madness:
But honestly, not by much. Because at least our medicine cabinet was an actual cabinet. As opposed to a giant medicine box you have to sift through when you feel nauseous at 1 am.
The master bathroom project turned a corner this past weekend though:
That's actual tile. And it's adhered to the walls. And look, there's some on the floor, too:
That's hot. He's hot. Let's go tile the entire free world. And, I don't want to get my hopes up or anything, but we appear to be on schedule to get a toilet in there by the end of the year. Rock on.