Where’s My Whirlpool?

Yesterday was the kind of day that had me wishing like crazy that we had a jetted tub.

The day started early, for a Sunday anyway. I was finishing up my adventures with pictures and gathering everything up to load the car. As I started closing up boxes, the mother began pulling things out of the woodwork. “This needs to go. So does that.”

It created a bit of unanticipated packing. Finally, it was done and then it came time to load the car. Luckily, the rain was pretty minor while I carted things out and the wind kicked up only a few times. (It was crappy and rainy and cool yesterday.) The drive up was uneventful. I was glad that it wasn’t heavy rain and that I had fixed Pearl’s wiper blade!

I would spend the next five hours hauling, hefting and hanging. We didn’t get nearly as much done as I’d hoped, due in part to the fact that we had to change plans a few times. Hanging mirrors, pictures and shelves isn’t as straightforward as say, painting and wallpapering. With paint and wallpaper there is neither discussion nor debate about where it goes. You just do it.

The mother was disappointed because some of her plans didn’t work out. We’ll just have to see what else she comes up with.

I didn’t really get any pictures, except some before as the afters are still in progress. We’ll be going up again this weekend, I’m sure, as we’ll need to complete the planning for the Easter bathroom renovation.

For now, I’m just hoping to make it through today.