It will be ok. . . .

I maybe had a bit of a break down on Tuesday night. I was laying the last of the tile after our friends turned up to help us move the cast iron claw foot tub.

I was about to start grouting, and Mr. Spit indicated we were “fracked.” Except, he didn’t use the word fracked. Not at all, at all.

That was kind of the end of it for me. I left the house and sat on the front porch and didn’t say anything. We are so close to being done. So close. It was not ok. Maybe it was never going to be ok. Maybe we were never going to have a working bathroom again, and while the old one was ugly, I should have just left well enough alone, and why did I get this bright idea anyway.

The drain pipe and the leaking taps, right on top of the whole drip drop of water into my kitchen. Enough of a drip drop to be a problem and not enough to get out the shampoo and call the insurance company in the morning.

It will be ok. On Tuesday a very nice man named Martin is coming. Martin understands about old houses, and in fact came up with a very viable solution to our plumbing woes. Martin actually gave us the same solution that we already had, but there’s a lot of comfort when a professional tells you to do what you were going to do.

Martin is coming, it’s going to be ok. He’s going to fix my leaky water line, and while he’s at it, he’s going to fix the cold water line; he’s here and he might as well, because I’m sure it has spent enough time in proximity to the leaking hot water line, and hey, it might just get ideas.

Martin seems to understand the whole if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it idea, and when he saw the photo’s he noticed the new tile and indicated he could transition the new lines in so that he didn’t have to rip up the tile.

I like Martin.

I had a bath tonight, and yes, I can’t brush my teeth in the bathroom, because the vanity is not at all hooked up, but it will be. Today I will do some housework and some laundry (the drip in the kitchen had a rather catastrophic effect on towel consumption). I will get the bathroom mirror hung and a few other things, and then I will go meet my girlfriends for drinks. Everything is better after a gin and tonic.

Martin is coming on Tuesday. It will be ok. Tuesday is not that long from now.

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7 Responses to It will be ok. . . .

  1. Mr Spit says:

    Sorry my despondency was so traumatic for you. And yes, with some help, it will work out in the end.

    The bathroom is looking most excellent.

  2. Needles says:

    Wisdom is knowing when you are beat and doing something about it.

  3. HereWeGoAJen says:

    It will be okay! You can make it. And I can’t wait to see what it looks like when it is all finished.

  4. WhiteStone says:

    Into every home renovation project a little trouble comes. It’s one of Murphy’s Laws.

    Seriously…you will love the finished redo. Hang in there tough!

  5. a says:

    You know what’s worse than a little drip in the kitchen due to improvements upstairs? A flood in the kitchen when you’re not expecting it because the pipes failed completely upstairs. Think of it as preventive maintenance. Then have another G&T.

    Martin sounds like a lovely guy.

  6. Brown Owl says:

    It never rains but it pours!
    Hang on to Martin’s business card. You never know when you are going to need a good plumber!

    I am sure your “new” bathroom will be lovely, come Tuesday!

  7. loribeth says:

    Hurray for Martin! : ) Good plumbers are worth their weight in gold.

    It will be OK. : ) Eventually. ; )

    We want to see pictures when it’s all done!

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