The two little words I’ve been dying to say my whole adult life

Yesterday I got to use the two little words I’ve been dying to say my whole adult life: our contractor. As in “Our contractor is coming by at 10am.” Or “Excuse me, I have to go meet with our contractor right now. air kiss air kiss Tootles!”

Here’s the thing about Mike’s place… it’s awesome, it’s in a great neighborhood, it’s got a lot of living space, with a lovely backyard. But it also has limited closet space and, for some reason, one tiny pedestal sink in the master bathroom. Which is perfect when you’re a bachelor living alone, it’s not-so-much all perfect when you’re a couple.

master bedroom closet

In the days following Mike asking me to move in, I woke up every morning eying his bedroom closet… That little fucker… I’m not sure why it was done this way, but the closet it set back in the room which makes the square footage a hell of a lot smaller than if they had made it flush with the wall. Being my mother’s daughter (my mother Lala, aka. Laura “we’ll just take down this wall” Tharpe), I started having visions of “bumping out” the closet to make it a much larger semi-walk-in.

There is a Megan-sized gap between the end of the closet to the bedroom wall!

There is a Megan-sized gap between the end of the closet to the bedroom wall!

And, while I LOVE that Mike and I keep similar schedules — waking up at the same time and going to bed at the same time — it becomes quite the pain in the ass when we’re both fighting for limited mirror and sink space. So, of course, my inner-wanna-be-interior designer thinks “we can install double sinks! And while we’re at it install new hardware. Maybe add another outlet?”

This is my "why is there only one tiny pedestal sink in the big master bathroom?" face.

This is my “why is there only one tiny pedestal sink in the big master bathroom?” face.

Then my inner-Vulcan says, “but it’s perfectly good bathroom and it doesn’t NEED all those changes.” “I know. I know. I just… it’s perfectly good but it could be better.” “Calm down. None of this is happening anyway. You’re in fantasy re-decorating land again.”

And yet… it’s ALL happening!

One day I mentioned my crazy closet idea. The next day Mike was saying “I think it might work!” And then a couple of weeks later, we were meeting with Mike’s-former-now-OUR contractor who informs us that, yes, everything is do-able, and for less than/around what we were expecting.

Boom!

Mama’s not only getting [read: moving into] a new house, she’s getting a new closet, AND her own fucking sink.

Next stop… bathroom vanity shopping. Like a boss. Like a boss ass bitch who has a contractor.

Oh man, you guys, get ready for the deluge of home remodel posts. Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!

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