No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

When we remodeled the bathroom off our bedroom, each of us insisted on something. What we insisted on is a clue to why we're happily married, by the way. I was adament that the cabinets/counter-top be extra tall. My husband is tall and I know its hard on him to continually slump over the sink. We settled for an extra four inches. This also raised the mirror, and raised the wall-light-fixtures above the mirror. I also went for the "tall" shower-head (which only cost pennies for the extra 12 inches of pipe, and some grief because the contractor thought I was nuts). My husband found a way to make the bubbly-tub a reality! He even found a place on the internet that offered an extra-deep and extra-thin-walled tub that would work in a retro-fitted bathroom, there-by maximizing my joy. Not to mention the tile!

I was planning on solid white tile, because its the least expensive and most versatile. The whole bathroom is white, except for the floor. I found a nifty black-and-white checkerboard design that goes great with an older house. Very vintage. During the big "gutting" I took the kids to my parents for a visit. When I got back, after a twelve hour drive with sick kids and rain, it was the middle of the night. This did NOT stop me from calling people and waking them up to tell them about what he did ... My husband, in a fit of passion and creativity, thought that the white tile scheme could be improved. He told the contractors that the plans had changed. Instead of solid white, he wanted black-and-white checkerboard to match the floors. They were a little hesitant, but went ahead (I'm sure because they already thought I was nuts and to them this sounded like something I would do). About half-way through the job, they chatted with my husband and admitted that it was going to not look all that bad. He said something close to "Yeah, I hope she likes it". I suspect the look on their faces when they realized I HAD NO CLUE ABOUT THE NEW TILE IDEA was a sight to behold. In fact, they tried to convince him that this was DEFINTELY NOT the kind of thing women liked to be surprised about and that black tile would be hard to keep clean and that I would kill them. (That last part may have been in their heads). What can I say? My husband lives life on the edge.

I seem to remember crying for joy when he showed it to me almost as soon as I walked in the door. The tile takes the bathroom from ordinary/acceptable to spectacular! Not to mention he became legend in the contractors eyes for making bold decisions without asking the wife, and simultaneously making the wife so happy that she smiled the entire rest of the time the house was being "fixed". Thats a rare talent indeed! (Or so I've heard from friends who husbands don't have that talent at all, but this is a "happy" website so we won't dwell on those!)

Sure, we were happy with the tub, and the shower head, and the cabinet, and especially the tile. But, little did we know we had created a monster!

The toilet. We didn't raise it because neither of us are handicapped. Eyes don't percieve the rest of the bathroom as skewed because its all skewed the same (taller, deeper, etc). In effect, we have an extra-short toilet. This is only a problem when you traispe into the bathroom first thing in the morning and plop down without giving it another thought. Afterall, a toilet is something you should be able to take for granted. Every morning I invariably drop those last four inches with panicky flailing and a rush of adrenaline. I suppose it could be worse. I could be looking across the bathroom at an ugly olive-green-tiled shower-stall with a low ceiling and weird door problems.


Can we get a picture?

King of Fools | 04/19/2004 - 04:55 PM

Yep...we need the picture to top off the story!!! :)

Sheilah | 04/21/2004 - 04:37 AM

Thank you

john huron | 01/02/2005 - 09:16 PM
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