The bathrooms in Dad's house were pretty awful. Both had oversized vanities and fiberglass tubs.
We are tiling both (or, rather, the nice people from the flooring store are), and taking out the huge vanities. The one in the hall bath was 82 inches long. That is almost 7 feet long. What on earth possessed anyone to put such a huge cabinet in the bathroom? As nearly as I can tell, the sole purpose of it being that long was to hang the toilet paper on.
Dad gutted the master bath and paid some nice men to make the doorway bigger from the bedroom to the bathroom. He will be hanging a barn door to separate the two rooms.
Finding vanities for the bathrooms has been a challenge. We found some that we liked at Lowe's and Home Depot, but ultimately, those were made from MDF. In a bathroom, especially, we hated to put MDF. We really wanted plywood. But plywood vanities are expensive. We ended up finding vanities in just the right size at the Habitat for Humanity Restore in North Little Rock. Together, they came to 102, but all furniture was discounted 20%, so the for both vanities was just over $80. I'll grant, they need a little work. One was missing a door. Turns out, we had an old cabinet door that fit. One was missing a drawer. My dear husband is planning to just build a drawer to match.
The MDF cabinets that we were looking at were running about $400. One of them lacked a top at that price. This way, Dad can pick out the kind of top he wants and come out a considerable amount of money ahead.
We were just perking along, working our little fingers to the bone, when the toilet started backing up. I went to ACE to pick up a plunger. I'll spare you the details, but the plunger was, shall we say, inadequate.
Through mysterious diagnostics and something that attached to a hose, it was determined that the sewer line was stopped up. I wanted to go to Home Depot and rent a clean out auger, but I was voted down. Instead, my son in law went looking for the cleanout outside. Instead, he found a puddle in the yard. A yucky, sewage-y puddle. He and my brother and my dad and our friend Pete dug around to try to find the cleanout. Turns out, there was no cleanout. Instead, there is a hole in the sewer pipe. This hole is obviously not a new hole, as there was a piece of plastic covering it.
Did I mention that this is Labor Day Weekend? No plumber is going to come out on a holiday weekend for less than a bazillion dollars. They worked on this clog for hours, and seem to have cleaned it enough to use. (A house with no working toilet is never a fun place to be, but even less so with children. There were various public restrooms within a short drive that were utilized.)
Oh, did I mention that "clear enough to use" means clear enough to use without toilet paper? Yeah. That is supposed to go in the trash can for the time being. I'm not a fan.
On the bright side, a plumber will be called next week to put in a clean out, since there is already a hole.
Also, today, Pete did some texturing. Olivia put second a second coat of paint on some walls.
I whined because my head hurts. At the very least, I have a miserable cold. My head hurts, my ears hurt, my throat hurts and my nose is stuffy.
Oh, Pete also fixed the hole in the wall where the bulkhead used to be in the master bath. And he taped and mudded it.
Tomorrow, there will be more texturing, I'm sure. Then a whole lot of waiting for the texture to dry. Waiting is not my favorite thing.
Floors are coming in next week. Then, hopefully, wifi. I can only hang out so long at a place without it.