I looked up from my laptop and peered over my glasses at my husband.
"Aaaand ... " I prompted.
"I was thinking I would just go ahead and tile the floor in the kids' bathroom."
I cocked my head to the side. "Hmmmm ... Okay, sure."
And so it began.
For much the same reason you should not give a Moose a Muffin, you should not give my husband a "little" DIY home improvement task.
Because, if you ask him to lay tile, he will need to tear out the old floor.
And if he tears out the old floor, he might as well remove the old sink and countertop.
And if he takes out the vanity, he really should replace that old shower.
And it the shower is going, well, we really should extend the tile from the floors to half-way up the wall.
And get new curtains.
And buy all new fixtures and furniture and finials and ...
Four months, three home improvement stores, two visits to Ikea, and one special order later ...
We have a lovely new kids/guest bathroom.
For the record, *I* built most of the furniture. (I am the Ikea queen - have Allen Wrench, will travel. Or something like that.)
If anyone needs me, the Queen will be on her throne,