Although we could put our laundry machines in the main floor bathroom, I find that equally disgusting, given all the poop spores floating through the air. Not to mention that most guests would wonder when they come into my home why I've spread my entire wardrobe across my foyer.
This is why I've been dreaming of updating my laundry room - some paint, some Ikea cabinets, a new light fixture, and maybe even a laminate floor. All fairly easy improvements that would make a big difference in my daily life.
So Thursday when Hubby emerged from his lengthy "I've been sick" funk, he decided to initiate my little laundry room project. I was thrilled. He's a brilliant little worker to have around the house. Free labour = happy wifey.
We talked about it, considering all the renovation options, but ultimately decided on minimal repairs and adjustments.
You know what happened don't you.
This. This fucking happened.
First he found mouse shit and tunnels in the walls (no huge surprise, as we sometimes have mice living in our damn crawl-space). But this was a LOT of mouse shit. A SHIT-TON of mouse shit. It was interspersed throughout the insulation.
So, he pulled down more and more of the drywall, only to realise that some idiot had framed the wall SIDEWAYS, rather than up and down So the little rodents were just running back and forth horizontally across the entire side of my house. Fuckers.
And THEN he found some mould. And if you knew Hubby, you'd know that he hates mould even more than he hates mouse shit. A HOUSE WITH MOULD CAN NOT STAND.
So the entire wall came down, all the way to the concrete foundation. And the wall next to it. And the ceiling. Oh, and he'd demolish even more if I'd let him.
So now I'm left with that goddam disaster zone.
As well as this disheveled mess.
I know what you're thinking. I'll be happy when it's all said and done. Not the point, people. NOT THE POINT.