Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Spending Some "Quality Time" in the Bathroom

My poor, poor husband has found himself for the last year or so, spending more time that he ever wanted to in the bathroom. Don't let your mind get away from you here...it's not what you might be thinking. Instead, poor Chris has done more than his share of overtime renovating our one and only bathroom from top to bottom. First the demolition of thousands of pieces of tile from the floor to 2/3 up each wall and completely surrounding the inside of the shower, to a new shower head and faucet, new shower surround, new pedestal sink, new mirror and shelving, new vent system, new vanity and shower lights, etc. You name it, he's doing it. What am I doing? KEEPING MY MOUTH SHUT. He has lost countless hours of sleep most nights for the last year while laying in bed, constructing the next phase of the ongoing bathroom project in his mind. His hands are torn up, his ventilation mask is doing time and a half and he is now a professional contortionist as he repeatedly makes his way in and out of the crawl space to access our attic via Maeve's closet. You know how you hear people say things like, "I'm the luckiest person in the world," in reference to having found their one and only...their soulmate? Well, I hit the jackpot. Big time. And although on most days, I don't feel like I deserve to have him, boy am I grateful for all of his efforts at making our lives safer, happier, more comfortable, and just special. And when I thank him for all that he has done he simply says, "Bridge, I'm doing it for you and for Maeve and for our family."

Hey girls, gather round. Listen to what I’m putting down. Hey babe, I’m your handy man.
I’m not the kind to use a pencil or rule. I’m handy with love and I’m no fool. I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can
If your broken heart should need repair, then I’m the man to see. I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends. They’ll come runnin’ to me.
Here is the main thing I want to say: I’m busy 24 hours a day. I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.
Come, come, come...yeah, yeah, yeah...come, come, come...yeah, yeah, yeah...they’ll come runnin’ to me.
That’s me. I’m your handy man.







When all of this is done, Chris and I will sit down on our italian marble with our Tiffany champagne flutes and a bottle of bubbly...

1 comment:

Hydro said...

Bridget, I cannot wait to see the finished room. Nice job Chris! Hydro