So, it has been a wild ride. Notice I haven't been posting every day? ok, maybe not, really, I know I am not THAT important to your daily reading.
So I got the tile grouted in the kids bathroom. Looks great, but thought we were going to have to haul Jakob to the hospital. See, now I have to tell the story because I mentioned it. So...
I come out from grouting, go into my office and notice white glue on my carpet, a small pail filled with glue along with an empty glue bottle. An unwatched kid will get into anything. "JAKOB!!, GET UP HERE!" I soon after that scream, hear Rick with him and I bee-line downstairs. I find them both in the bathroom, Rick on his knees in front of him and looking in his mouth. I go around to see what he is looking at I see nothing but red flowing out of his mouth.
A little bit of a high screech comes out of my mouth and the question flows with it "Did you get a hold of my scissors?" It was the only thing I could think of since it was in the drawer with the glue. My voice and question of course sends Jakob off the edge and he starts crying (this might have come out a yell, and repeated several times, but not sure, I blame it on a bit of uncontrolled panic), so I pick him up, run him into the kitchen and plop him onto the counter. Rick and I start trying to find the source of all the blood. Then I start finding chunks in his mouth, I am thinking flesh, Krischan asks "is that part of his tooth?" I somehow in these situations shove my panic way down deep into a box and can calmly asses the situation.(After initial panic of course.) With all the blood I think to get him some water to swish with, but with the water, it seems to create more blood. I can feel Rick frantically walking around and then I hear:
"Jakob, did you eat this?"
"yeah." was his answer. I turn to see that Rick is holding a canister of red food coloring powder. Weight is lifted up, I look in his mouth again, now that the food coloring is starting to clear out, it is pink, and the chunks were from the cinnamon candy he was also eating. I would have taken pictures to show you, but who takes pictures of their kids mouth when it is bleeding profusely. "Honey, I know you are bleeding, but let me run to get my camera." wouldn't have been a very good parenting move.
Kids fine, So...back the grout.
Done!
Now put in the toilet.(after 16 hours of course)
Now it is time to dry fit the sink back in. Before it sat about an inch and a half away from the wall and woodwork went behind it. Why? we asked ourselves. Who knows, there were some odd things done to this house, there are no answers other than probably insanity? Mike Holmes would have a hay day with our house.
Great. As I take a closer look, I remember, the room isn't square, so the sink doesn't really fit well in the corner. Who built this house?
And we need to buy more pipe since we are moving the sink. See the wonderful cutting job they did? So neat and clean and precise. Can't you imagine this conversation?
Just cut here then punch through and rip the rest out. Do the same to the drywall, no one will see it until they open the door to the vanity...
Now do you understand why some projects just don't get finished? The frustration? the sighs, the "@#4!%!!!!'s". So...woodwork needs put back up, pipe for sink, then it is done. Oh, wait, I need to seal the grout also. Check back with me in a month, the project might be done by then...
So I got the tile grouted in the kids bathroom. Looks great, but thought we were going to have to haul Jakob to the hospital. See, now I have to tell the story because I mentioned it. So...
I come out from grouting, go into my office and notice white glue on my carpet, a small pail filled with glue along with an empty glue bottle. An unwatched kid will get into anything. "JAKOB!!, GET UP HERE!" I soon after that scream, hear Rick with him and I bee-line downstairs. I find them both in the bathroom, Rick on his knees in front of him and looking in his mouth. I go around to see what he is looking at I see nothing but red flowing out of his mouth.
A little bit of a high screech comes out of my mouth and the question flows with it "Did you get a hold of my scissors?" It was the only thing I could think of since it was in the drawer with the glue. My voice and question of course sends Jakob off the edge and he starts crying (this might have come out a yell, and repeated several times, but not sure, I blame it on a bit of uncontrolled panic), so I pick him up, run him into the kitchen and plop him onto the counter. Rick and I start trying to find the source of all the blood. Then I start finding chunks in his mouth, I am thinking flesh, Krischan asks "is that part of his tooth?" I somehow in these situations shove my panic way down deep into a box and can calmly asses the situation.(After initial panic of course.) With all the blood I think to get him some water to swish with, but with the water, it seems to create more blood. I can feel Rick frantically walking around and then I hear:
"Jakob, did you eat this?"
"yeah." was his answer. I turn to see that Rick is holding a canister of red food coloring powder. Weight is lifted up, I look in his mouth again, now that the food coloring is starting to clear out, it is pink, and the chunks were from the cinnamon candy he was also eating. I would have taken pictures to show you, but who takes pictures of their kids mouth when it is bleeding profusely. "Honey, I know you are bleeding, but let me run to get my camera." wouldn't have been a very good parenting move.
Kids fine, So...back the grout.
Done!
Now put in the toilet.(after 16 hours of course)
Now it is time to dry fit the sink back in. Before it sat about an inch and a half away from the wall and woodwork went behind it. Why? we asked ourselves. Who knows, there were some odd things done to this house, there are no answers other than probably insanity? Mike Holmes would have a hay day with our house.
Great. As I take a closer look, I remember, the room isn't square, so the sink doesn't really fit well in the corner. Who built this house?
And we need to buy more pipe since we are moving the sink. See the wonderful cutting job they did? So neat and clean and precise. Can't you imagine this conversation?
Just cut here then punch through and rip the rest out. Do the same to the drywall, no one will see it until they open the door to the vanity...
Now do you understand why some projects just don't get finished? The frustration? the sighs, the "@#4!%!!!!'s". So...woodwork needs put back up, pipe for sink, then it is done. Oh, wait, I need to seal the grout also. Check back with me in a month, the project might be done by then...
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