These Are The Good Old Days

This last week and a half hasn't at all gone as planned.  But, does anything in my life, really?  It is good that I am not one of those that needs to follow a strict course of action because if I was I'd be tearing my hair out. It's just best to go with the flow.

Last weekends plan was to really get hoppin' on the bathroom remodel and go out to dinner for our 5 year anniversary.  The other flow, Aunt Flo, came for her unfortunate monthly visit leaving me feeling like crap and unable to be of any use or assistance. 

The Honey found what we had feared, a lot of water damage and the need to replace and reinforce a lot of support beams.  I layed around making myself useless while he sang out of key to his i-pod between cussing and cursing the maker of this house, Adolph.

Then, Tuesday through Thursday, I got a lovely stomach bug.  Woke up Friday with a painful eye stye which continues to get larger.  While trimming the monster bay hedge, carefully balanced on the top step of a 10 foot ladder, I got bit by a spider.  Whether psychosomatic or real I began to feel nauseated and dizzy and couldn't help fearing that with my recent luck I'd end up in the emergency room with a brown recluses' poison quickly destroying my cells.  After a long nightmare filled nap I found myself still alive and ready to tackle that dang hedge!

I keep thinking about the aesthetics of the remodel while the reality is that we aren't even close to installing the tub or the tile.  The vanity hasn't yet been made, nor has the concrete counter.  The door has to be moved to accommodate the larger tub and will be replaced with one we bought years ago.  The electrical must be replaced...and who knows what other craziness we will encounter!
Someday we will look back on these days with fondness and forget how cold the outdoor shower was!