It’s toilet time for Tinytown.
– Bart Simpson
We bought a toilet.
It’s scheduled to ship in about two weeks, and then it will sit in the living room for hopefully not too long before it will get installed in our new…upstairs…bathroom??
The throne is the first purchase for the upstairs remodeling project, which looks like it might be about to happen after a misfire last year. The roof is overdue, and the roof project involves insulation, which means the old insulation needs to be pulled out, so the walls needs to be opened up…basically, no better time.
We’ll be doing some of this project ourselves (details to follow), but most of the heavy lifting will be done by professionals. Except for the heavy lifting involved in moving our pointless junk out of the loft.
The guy at the Goodwill, he also knows my name.
I should be excited, but I’m feeling pretty apprehensive about the whole thing — not apprehensive enough to not do it, but edgy. This is not an atypical reaction for me to upheavals, even good ones. But you can’t open a magazine without reading incredibly enthused copy about how WONDERFUL it all is and just LOOK AT THE AFTER PHOTOS!!!!!
It’s enough to make a person doubt their completely valid concerns!
Obviously, magazines want to sell home renovation stuff (and Xanax), so it’s understandable that they aren’t going to dwell on the worrying and expense side of things (with this exception: “Oh, we splurged on [something weird] and it was SO worth it!”).
I’m not trying to sell you anything, so you can believe me when I tell you:
It’s ok to freak out a little bit about remodeling.
It’s a freak-outable event!
Of course, make sure you check a few basics off your list — reasonable budget, reputable contractor, workable timeline. But once you’ve controlled what you can control, you’re still facing quite a process. The excitement — and the fun — will be a part of it too. Eventually. At least that’s my working hypothesis.