What? Doesn’t everyone have a bathtub in their bedroom? Just sitting there waiting to be enjoyed? No?
We are almost there. “There” being at the point of finally moving back into our fully renovated bedroom and bath. This weekend, they tell me. Can’t wait. How exciting. After six weeks (gads, has it been that long?) of sleeping in the guest bedroom, it’s finally coming to an end.
Hmmm .... an end. The end of the rhythm of my days for the past six weeks is going to be a little strange. Tim got me out of bed earlier than I would normally rise on any given day. Hey, Tim, just because you can’t sleep past 4:30 does that mean you need to arrive five minutes earlier every day? I have to admit that a few times I was still in my robe when he arrived on my doorstep ready to take on the day. He got used to seeing me still in my robe, and I got used to his early arrivals. Every day like clockwork I got up, fed the dogs and cats, rushed upstairs to take my shower, catch the cats and put them in a closed room (for their own safety), do something similar with the dogs, grabbed a cup of coffee and checked my email—all hopefully before the workers arrived. If I overslept, the first thought upon awakening was “oh ****, Tim will be here in ten minutes!” Better get my sorry you-know-what out of bed.
At times I had no privacy, although they were always respectful about it. In and out; up and down. Questions here, questions there. I had a job and that job was to be here to answer questions and make spot decisions so that the work could go forward. Now it would seem I’m about to be cut loose, back to “normal” (whatever that is). The cats and dogs can once again have the freedom of the entire house. I won’t have to plan my grocery trips and other various errands around when they will be here and when they won’t. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.
The driveway seems empty without the two work trailers parked out in front of the house. We are now able to park both vehicles in the garage—wow—imagine that! It’s all good except that I find myself a little at odds with it, which is a bit strange. You see, I got used to having people around for the better part of the day. I will miss Tim’s sarcastic wit and our conversations. I couldn’t wait to have my house back to myself again, yet now I am almost regretful that it’s over. Can it be that I am actually going to miss having them around?
On the other hand, we are getting weary of not being in our own bedroom. We are tired of sleeping on our old queen-sized bed. There just isn’t enough room for our two bodies and Sam (our Maine Coon cat who stretches out between us every night and takes up 1/3 of the bed space). Our clothes are in another bedroom, still in the dresser drawers that we removed from the furniture itself so it could all be moved easily. The furniture sits in the upstairs hallway and in the fourth unused bedroom. All our hanging clothes are in what used to be the master bedroom closet (we made a new one). I think you’re beginning to get the idea that this is going to be quite a transition to get everything back in and settled again.
It’s all coming to an end today as they finish setting the bathtub and toilet. Well, almost anyway. We still are waiting on our shower door so we will still have to shower in the guest bathroom for a few more weeks. But we can move back into our newly refurbished bedroom (new wood laminate floor, fresh paint) and enjoy our bubble massage bathtub.
But that might not be the end. I just might have a job after all at the end of this. I might be taking before and after photos of house renovations. Nothing is certain yet. Just maybe ...
Sneak peek at how the bath is coming along:
Posted by Lynne Robinson at 09:02 AM. Filed under: • Daily Life • Life in New Jersey • My thoughts
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