For the last couple of weeks we have been remodeling our bathroom, which is to say, stripping it down to its studs and starting from scratch. The state of the bathroom before (the biggest area which made this house a "fixer upper") is best left un-described, needless to say it was a shamefully, wretched, cesspool of misery. But you know, whatever.
We, being simple and naive, believed that this task could actually be accomplished in a long weekend, knowing that this would render us without a functional shower (as the master bath is also in shambles and came unfinished). It, of course, has taken quite a bit longer than that, and is still not finished (though thankfully we now have a working shower, toilet, and sink, just like the queen of england). I was prepared for some hard work and long days, but what I had somehow not prepared myself for was the filth and the utter chaos it would bring into our lives. I awoke on the third morning of the remodel, for example, to our entire house having been blanketed in a thick layer of white silica dust, from the drywall/mud sanding. And unless you have ever had to deal with this kind of dust specifically, you cannot know the sheer magnitude of the cleanup required, when every single surface, in every single room, from floor to ceiling has been coated. Needless to say, it has been like a small sanitarium around here. Population: me.
Luckily the mess has been cleaned up and our lives have returned to normal(though, like glitter after Halloween, I have a feeling that this dust will mysteriously never really be gone, that we will in fact be cleaning it up for years to come). My thanks to my friends who extended their hearts and their showering facilities to me during this trying and smelly time. And to both of my readers who suffered during my radio silence.