Well, Bitty pretty much hit the nail on the head. She took a look at our "bathroom" (the term is loosely applied) and said to Troy, "You're a good Tearer-Aparter!" Boy, Howdy. And thanks go also to Jim Schnepel and Steve Burnett, because they're pretty good Tearer-Aparters too. Now they can try their hands at being "Putter-Togetherers."
So, I find myself back at home, despite the lack of a toilet. I had planned on just completely moving out for at least a week, but it turns out that that can get tricky. Yesterday's adventures, though largely pleasurable, also included such antics as my cell phone leaping out of my pocket and straight into my sister's toilet, (how's that for terrible timing?) and a rather nasty injury for Stomper. On top of his flare-up of cat allergies, he was playing around last night (past everyone's bedtime, of course) and he jumped from the floor onto a bed, and as far as I can tell from his description, he pretty much landed on the top of his head. It was pretty freaky, but at this point we're pretty sure it's just a muscle injury. The poor kid was in so much pain, crying out just from moving his head. We decided to sleep at home last night so that we could be near Troy and Stomper could be in his own bed. He didn't sleep well, but after a call to the Doc this morning and some extra ibuprophen, followed by a two-hour nap, he's doing a lot better. He's still pretty stiff, but is recovering. Yikes.
You know, all this mess and trouble is pretty much totally overwhelming, but this morning as Troy and I were doing some dishes together, peeking in at our darling sleeping boy, and Bitty was happily playing and really being so sweet and charming, we had a moment of just meeting each others' eyes. I said, "THEY are why we're doing the bathroom." And then we both had to cry a little because we love our kids so much, and each other.
So, for today, Troy is working around us a little, and we're appreciating the use of Troy's parent's camping potty, now located in our garage, a.k.a. the outhouse. Aren't you loving all these details? Okay, here are some pix. A little 'before' bathroom, with a pre-injured Stomper doing some of the heavy duty work, followed by the aftermath of three men armed with pickaxes and sledgehammers. You may notice how there is a lack of foundation under the walls. Poor Troy. This dumb house...we love it, we hate it.
Goodbye, you ugly disgusting bathroom!
Well, wish us luck. We need it.