Phase two of the bathroom reno started last Thursday. I emptied the room and began the slow and painful process of surgical demolition, leaving all the tricky stuff for Sunshine (like the toilet).
It wound up taking waaaay longer than expected, for no other reason than ADAPTING HOUSE CABINETS FOR AN RV IS A MOTHERBITCH. There were multiple plumbing and electrical issues to sort out, along with the problem of not enough space to work. (Our bathroom? Is literally the size of most people's stoves.)
After several days of hell, we are almost done. Sunshine has to grout tonight, and I have to help. His shoulders are just too broad to make the necessary contortions involved in grouting, rinsing, wringing, and rinsing some more in a space the size of a Recaro bucket seat in an '81 Trans Am.
That dear sweet man has worked Hus ass off all weekend in our bathroom, and worked his ass off at work yesterday and today, and yet he still comes home and works on this bathroom. He tells me that he is going hunting next weekend. I say good for him, he's more than earned it.
How did I get so lucky to wind up with Mr. Sunshine?
As for the bathroom, he says I'm on my own with the painting. He picked the color (a nice mid-tone cool grey) but says buying it and getting it on the walls is all me. Fair enough; there are plenty of neighborhood kids willing to do grunt work for cash--I should have no trouble finding a helper.
Back to the point of this post...
Sunshine is awesomesauce. #thatisall