This week marked the start of our bathroom remodel.  Our one and only bathroom I might add.  Since Monday afternoon, it has looked something like this:

It’s not a complete overhaul, mind you.  We had fully anticipated the tile and flooring to be finished by the end of the week.  But, true to form, there were issues.  It started with the fact that the idiots who initially owned this home placed the tile directly on the sheetrock (ere go the nice layer of mold it’s sporting).  This means more time airing out, cleaning out, and cementing.  The perk:  it made it easy for the plummer who had to come in and switch our water valve.  Yes, at one point we actually had the plumber and the tile guy – in that wee space – at the same time.

Yesterday we received the great news that the accent tile that was suppose to arrive Tuesday, would not make it in until Friday.  This means for at least two more days, this will be our shower …

And this, our bath …

Let’s all say it together:  good times.  At least we still have our toilet.  No peeing in a bucket or digging a hole in the backyard.  Granted, I may feel the need to be armed – just in case a creepy-crawler emerges from one of the crevaces; still, I can flush.  It is, afterall, the little things …