Day 17

That is how long it has been since I have had a shower in my house.  When I left for Seaside, I had a shower that looked like this:

I came home to this:

And this:

The plan was to demo the upstairs shower (the only working one) replace the old pipes and then tile in the downstairs bath. It seemed like an easier job then re-tiling the upstairs shower and would also give me the ability to bathe the kids again. With the countdown on for the new baby, a working bathtub was a priority! 

Unfortunately, we misjudged how long it would take to drywall, prep, tile, plumb, grout, seal, etc, and have been showerless for over two weeks.  When  I left on Friday for Seaside, I said, please don't make me come home to no shower. No problem, my husband replied.  When I was leaving Seaside on Monday and knew there was no hope for a shower, I said, by Saturday I will have a shower.  Oh sure, my husband replied.  On Sunday when I knew we were still a ways from a shower, I said, please don't make me go to work on Thursday with no shower. Of course not, my husband replied.

Now I say nothing. Tile is up, grout is in and now we are waiting for it to dry. Tuesday at the latest, my husband tells me.  It's okay, I've got several friends who have offered their shower. I don't even know what it will be like to wake up in the morning and shower in my own house.  Or to take a shower for two days in a row.