It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought, it figures

Alanis Morissette

Remember what prompted this remodel/addition? The need for a first floor bathroom turned into a multi-floor addition of our dreams. (You can read more in Calm before the storm.) So, isn’t it ironic that said bathroom is the last room finished? Everything else – kitchen, master, family, basement – were all ready for move-in by February 1; six months to the day after we broke ground.

In this marathon project, the bathroom brought up the rear. Figuratively speaking at least.

Over the course of the last week, we’ve fully moved in, moved things around and started breaking in the new digs. Our bedroom moved to the new master suite, while our old bedroom became the guest bedroom. The floors were swept and cleaned. The former TV room furniture moved to the basement (thanks to big Jim’s help), and is now a kid cave complete with ping pong table and a laundry chute for eavesdropping. And the floors were swept and cleaned. New furniture arrived for the family room, and TV and Sonos were installed. Closets were hung, clothes were purged and put away. And the floors were swept and cleaned again.

And yet, the first floor powder room remained undone.

But thankfully it was only a week or so behind. Fast forward a week and now new tile (remember what happened in Oops?) is in. The wallpaper is up. The toilet is down(?). And we even have a door. No mirror or toilet paper holders, but it’s open for business.

They say close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. But, I’d say we’re close. Kind of done, but not done done. All moved in, but not finished. Maybe, close to done?

The dumpster left a week ago, followed by the port-a-potty a week later. So, seems done. Right?

Maybe not. See, remodeling is like getting a tattoo. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.

We figured that while we’re at it, why not rethink the front room. What’s another “little” project when we’re already this far in? The vinyl floor and awkward divider wall are out of place with the updated entry and flow of the house. It was clear the house “needs” this. It wants to go back to the good old days. So, we made a late game decision to demo our front room (the converted porch, turned TV room) and tear out the floors in hope of finding something great below.

Alas, no such luck.

Layers of linoleum and parquet and adhesive, but no porch floors. So, construction continues and we’ll be putting in new floors this week.

Isn’t it ironic.