eeeeGAD, we're over budget on the house reno.
Note to self: Self, don't fool yourself into believing that you've bought the expensive part when you've brought home the tile. Oh, no. Your expense is in all the little crap under the tile and between the tile and the hands laying the tile and those little plastic gizzies that space the tile and the rotten floorboards that should have been under the tile, but are now replaced with shiny new boards and oh, mercy, we haven't even seen the labor bill yet.
I keep telling myself that cleaning smutz out of every nook and crannie and off every flat surface will be worth it, but I'm starting to second guess myself.
The best laid plans and all that.
And all you relative that are reading this and reporting back to the men? Don't. A woman needs to have a meltdown every now and then without getting caught.
Speaking of relatives, you know you are comfortable with a person when you do your whole pretty prep for church with him laying tile 18 inches away. I guess that comes with sharing a bathroom for a MONTH. I have to triple check that no one is in the room with me when I'm changing anymore because there is always someone coming in or out and I've plumb tuned it out.
And, dang it, I just brewed a pot of coffee that I meant to push the button on in the AM.
Everytime we take on a home improvement project, we figure out how much we think it will cost and multiply by two. We have learned the hard way. More than once, I am afraid.
Mrs. Nurse Boy
My favorite home improvement is the one with Tim Allen. Everything else is either too difficult or too costly.
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