Happy Friday, Friends.
For those who know me well, you’ve probably heard this story before. Max – I’m sorry in advance for not clearing this with you, and no, you will never live this story down! Sorry, sweetie.
When we bought our house in 2018, we decided we were going to freshen the paint in a few rooms, make some small tweaks here and there to really make this new house feel more like our home.
One of those rooms we decided needed a little refreshing right away was our main level bathroom. Max, being the handy man he is, took out the toilet so we could paint behind it more easily. My dad, the general contractor, gifted us a new vanity top with sinks and faucets. Max and I purchased the matching towel rings and tp holder, decided to paint the oak vanity white, put new cabinet hardware on the doors and drawers and replace the vanity light fixtures.
Before installing the light fixtures and other accessories, we gave the walls a fresh coat of paint. Max was working late on this particular day and I wanted to get the final coat of paint on the walls to dry overnight and get the bathroom finished up over that weekend – I was ready to have a functioning main floor bathroom back.
It was late (for me anyway), probably about 10-11pm. I was headed to bed and Max was going to work on replacing the valve for the toilet before putting it back where it belonged. I was just about asleep when I heard a strange noise (the bathroom is just across our very small hallway from the master bedroom). I got up, looked across the hall into the bathroom and saw only what I can describe as one of those tube guys outside of the car dealerships. Only it wasn’t a tube guy with a big smiling face and flailing arms waving hello. Nope, it was none other than the new toilet valve line spraying all over the freshly painted walls. Max was no where to be found.
I stood in silence as the valve line finally settled and wasn’t spraying around anymore. Max came up stairs, looked at me standing in the door way, looked into the bathroom, looked back at me and said something along the lines of “oh, shit”.
He was checking if the valve line was leaking, but didn’t actually shut the valve so water sprayed everywhere when he turned the water main back on. Oops.
Max stayed up most of that night cleaning up the water off of the walls, brand new light fixtures and mopping up the floor. He repainted the walls and put the toilet back in. By the time I woke up, it looked like nothing had ever happened.
If you made it all the way through this story, I hope you had a good laugh because we certainly did.
In home improvement projects of any size, things may not always go 100% the way you thought they would. However, I hope that through those processes and lessons learned you find something to laugh about. Life is that way, too. It doesn’t always go as planned, but you learn something from it and hopefully you grow from it.