Anyone Got a Genie Lamp I Can Borrow? Weekend Recap

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It's Monday.  I have no plucky pun, just the facts today ma'ams and good sirs.  I hope your weekend was good and those in the path of any storms are comfy cozy.  

I need to rub a damn lamp and let Barbara Eden or Robin Williams or Bret Hart jump out of the bottle and finish our effing bathroom...now.  EVERY. EFFING. THING. fought us this weekend.  All of it.  There was not one thing that went smoothly, as planned, etc.  Let's see, where to start.  

Okay, let's start with the Valentine's day gift I ordered 3 weeks before Valentine's Day to ship on the 10th, had to follow up 3x only to never get a response until Friday when I saw the label was still just sitting there and nothing had shipped.  I fired off a nasty email telling them to cancel the order, they ruined Valentines Day so thanks for that and I'm using this email along with the other three attempts as proof with my credit card company to dispute the charges if I didn't receive a refund by the end of day.  Two hours later I had a refund on the card and some lame excuse response I never read.  My therapist would be proud.  So the Mr didn't get his gift of white grapefruit which he loves and we can't get ever.  I had a few back up gifts and two cards so there's that.  He got me some flowers from Hawaii which are beautiful.  But that's how the weekend of love started.  The next day we didn't have luck with the new pizza place that got rave reviews so saving up for five weeks for our first restaurant take out was a pisser as well.  Might as well set us up for what's to come.

Let's see, what else.  I was basically a painting machine all weekend.  Trim, baseboards, veneer, panels.  All of it.  We have very little room so I couldn't paint as much as I wanted and we had to wait a few hours between coats.  While I was down in the basement painting panels, I was listening to Fleetwood Mac's Rumours on 8 track (yep) and could feel Mom with me thinking it was cool I was doing that.  Then Songbird came on which I haven't heard since her service the day we buried her and I was rolling my tears in with the paint.  It's been a very grief bomb week.  So when I say blood, sweat and tears went into this stupid room by the end of it between that moment, my bloody mess last weekend and the Mr sweating all over every aspect of it, it will be true.  The Mr got the door trim on and there's a delightful haunted house squeak on it now which we can't rectify until we put on the new hinges which we can't do until I wood fill and paint the door which is not on the list right this second.  Then we thought we'd slide the medicine cabinet in since the trim was ready and I hear the Mr say "you might want to look at this."  (Code for 'obstacle 4627')  I go up and the medicine cabinet sticks out an inch from the wall.  Why did we not know this, you may ask?  Well, the previously attached trim was angled and protruded which we thought was a fashion choice.  Turns out it wasn't.  You know that $25 on trim we spent?  Well we got that particular one because the 1/2" of the medicine cabinet that needed to be covered allowed me to get the fancier trim.  Now I was losing that 1/2" and the trim was no longer going to fit.  I looked at it for a second and walked out of the room to curse.  I grabbed a piece of the trim and put it against the medicine cabinet.  Turns out it butted up perfectly to the cabinet that stuck out.  Now the pisser was because I didn't plan on the edges of the medicine cabinet seeing the light of day, they were shabbily filled and painted and that area would now be exposed.  Okay, fine.  I grabbed some veneer I had laying around for a project (which I still don't remember what it was for) and ironed that onto the edges.  Then I cut the excess with an exacto knife and wood filled the joints.  Of course before that, the Mr had to take out the shelves in the medicine cabinet for me to work on and in doing so, that frigging 'sapphire' paint chipped on the sides and back with little effort just like on our vanity on hatch trim.  Here's a fun story for you.  Just the day before, he got a refund for said paint after leaving an honest review on it.  He'd already been grilled about how we used it, how did we prep, blah blah blah like we were tweens wielding our first rollers.  They wanted some conference with him to which he declined and said the only solution as far as he was concerned was a refund which they agreed to.  He then went in for said refund only to be RE-grilled, basically accused of user error (because clearly it couldn't be THEIR product) before refunding him.  When the story was relayed, I told him to email the people that he didn't care for being accused of not knowing how to friggin' use their 3 STAR reviewed paint and clearly this is not an isolated incident.  Yet another one the therapist would be proud of.  Needless to say, my stress eat gene was reactivated on the day we had extra treats in the house so I hope the body enjoyed the plethora of calories I made available to it.

Anyhoo.  I primed and painted the veneer and repainted the sides and back of the inside with a satin version of the same color.  Painting the inside grooves of paneling sucked but it got them at least to the place where it could be suitable to be hung on Sunday.  We both woke up with headaches so we had to shovel in a big bowl of cereal and coffee and get on with it.  I put some more paint in grooves and the Mr wanted to install the baseboards.  Of course, the taller the baseboard, the more potential for warping and were WARPED on the first half.  We have ZERO room for error on this because we can't be wasting money right now.  He had to make relief cuts on the back and pray it would bend just enough to go flush with the wall.  Oh, I forgot!  Our brad nailer decided to die before we even got into the meat and potatoes of it.  He bought a new one and it worked fine on the baseboard even though it still feels like it could pop off at any moment to me but ask me if I care right now.  Then the time we'd been waiting for...the panels.  Once we finally got the cursed construction adhesive out of the tube and onto the panels, it was time to fire the brad nails in.  I say...it was time to fire the brad nails in.  The brand new nailer wasn't working.  Me sitting there against the bowed wall with fast drying construction adhesive I'm trying to not dry into little balls on the back and it was 4 minutes of the Mr wrestling it like Snoopy wrestling the beach chair.   He finally got it to fire and put 96 brad nails into a 48" panel and we walked away cursing.  Then it was time to cut the other panel, you know, the one the guy at Home Depot cut in half for us.  The panel length is 96", you cut it in half, you get 48".  The first one had been installed, the other one cut to width and then the Mr comes down talking about how it isn't the same height and thank goodness the trim will cover it.  Uhh, scuzi?  The trim is going to sit on top of it. 

"Oh."  

Insert freak out and 623rd pivot.

I had him measure the other ones, the ones not yet painted of course and he found one the exact same height.   He cut that and I got paint on it.  We figured out how we could use that screwed piece which was basically raise it to the same height as the other ones in the back of the vanity and cover it and call it a day.  No one will find it until we're long gone and ask me if I care anymore.  NOPE.  Then the medicine cabinet shit the bed in so many different ways that I can't even list them all without starting to cry for all of the time, work, money, etc I put into it and having to hack it all up and REDO everything to make it hopefully work. 

Oh good, let's cut off the bottom of my canvas art.

I decided to leave a message of hope for anyone in the future who decides to rip out our medicine cabinet to find on the back.

The Mr needed to go back to HD and I needed to talk to my friend before harikari commenced so I called her crying and we bitched about everything under the sun for over an hour and that made things better.  She told me not to do anything else related to the bathroom because I need to step away from it so I decided to take her up on it.  There's a new Project Fear so we headed up there and I'm friggin' done until today when we see what fresh hell awaits sweet, harmonious delights await us.

How was your weekend, my pretties?

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