Bathroom Remodel...Day 8,321,543,223

So, one day a few thousand centuries ago, my husband tore into our bathroom. It was a project we'd had on the "fix it up" list that we'd been wanting to tackle but that day, when I came home from work to see a giant hole in the wall where there once was tile, I gulped.

 And I thought, "Well, I guess this means we're really doing it!"

And now, several thousand centuries later, a potential dream house come and gone, a potential buyer for our home come and gone and HALLELUJAH! it's finally seeing some progress.

We were at a standstill forEVER...see, my well meaning husband started this remodel when at the end of his 'slow season', which quickly gave way to 'busy season' which meant I was stuck in 'nothing's happening on the bathroom' season.

Enter aforementioned dream house, potential buyer and HOLY MAN was a fire lit beneath our butts!

We finally decided we needed some outside help. That we were in over our heads on this DIY project, and so came the handy man and his bucket of mud. And then we met with a cabinet guy...and it was this cabinet guy that made me realize our project is nearing completion!

And, now I sorta love our cabinet guy.

Just look (sorry the lighting is bad...work in progress still):

I die.

Just to compare...Before:

After:

Before:

And After:

What's sad is that our bathroom isn't even finished and it is BY FAR the nicest room in the house. Those horrid 1970's cupboards above? Yeah. They carry through to the kitchen.

Dear me oh my. Now I want to tear down the cupboards...heeeeyyyyyyy, there's an idea! The Mr. did it to me...maybe I should just great him at the door with a crowbar and a shit-eatin' grin on my face with a pile of kitchen cupboard rubble behind me.

Only, I've learned...time is money. And, taking into consideration the amount of time this project has taken, I estimate the cost of this bathroom remodel to be somewhere around where the national debt sits.

Next time? We hire out from the get go. That is, AFTER I've taken out my aggressions on those God-awful cabinets.