That is the thought moving through my head as the spouse is hammering the hell out of subflooring in the upstairs bathroom. Would i do this again, NO! Because with each pound of the hammer a fine mist of crud sprinkled down through the open ceiling of the downstairs bath coating everything. Then every so often big chunks of dank smelly crud fell through and the pounding was so loud my vision went blurry.
Now, I am married to a guy who subscribes to the “brotherhood” of doing it the right way even if it takes years off our lives. Once the dust has settled, rooms will be rearranged for the next project. There is always a next project! This place was a dump, but oh the view is inspiring, damn that realtor who showed us the expansive lakeview before showing us the house.
A simple job is always more complicated. Whip out the new bath in a weekend. Uh wrong, toilets had overflowed and soured the underlayment so it required scraping and grinding. Then patching and waiting and sharing one bath with four people.
I love it when it is done, but I detest the dust, noise, clutter, tools, dirt tracking, dumpster rental, bills, arguments and time spent in limbo, putting off this or that because the house comes first. There was no vacation this summer, not even instate,instead we bought flooring, vanities, toilets, sinks, lumber.
But there is always a but, at least the upstairs bath no longer reeks and soon soon the new floor will be installed (it’s stored in my bedroom along with the clawfoot) and I will say it will have been worth it.
Like childbirth the pain recedes but the memories remain.