Tuesday, October 27, 2015

parenting from the bathroom

I have been painting. First Elliott's room and then the kids' bathroom, which now holds the laundry area. For weeks now.  Weeks.  Wow.  But, I pulled the area back together a bit the other day.  Pulled down the blue painting tape, screwed switch plates back on, cleaned the paint splatters off the floor (still working on that one), and hung new curtains and spruced it all up a bit.  And stood back.  And realized just how much I had done.

We went from a bathroom that looked like this.



With random pieces of old wallpaper flaking off every time I tried to smooth a section of the trim or wall.






I scraped and plastered and sanded and cleaned and painted and pulled together that beast of a room. 



While all those different steps dried, in between, I finally sewed Elliott and Julia's curtains from fabrics chosen by them long ago, but which I had never found the time to actually make.



And while plaster dried, we hung them in each of their rooms.






And while primer dried, we finally figured out what to do about Julia's desire to hang her book cover tracings.



So, don't look at the mess I have made in the room just outside the bathroom.  Or as it has been referred to, the Mommy visitation sitting room.  Because lately, when we all get home from school, I have been heading upstairs, saying over my shoulder, if you need me I will be in the bathroom.  And I must say, eyes toward a just out of reach flaking piece of trim, swiping at it with a scaper while I hang onto the shower curtain rod and stand on one foot atop a stool?  I have had some fabulous conversations with the kids up there.  As though me having my eyes away from them has allowed them to let loose a bit.  We've talked books, they have listened to bits of my audiobooks, constantly playing while I painted, and we have talked about what they heard (and other ones I have quickly switched off when I heard footsteps approaching), they have told me about their days and we have planned Halloween costumes.

So let's just look around this.


Or at the fact that you have to walk past view of areas like this.



Or that this visitation room and Nicholas' room are clearly next on the to do list.



 Let's focus, instead, on this.



It did not help that the cats found and cornered a mouse that I had to catch and take outside in the midst of all of this.



This radiator almost bested me.  I stayed up after the kids went to bed and Jonathan was away at a conference for two nights straight to get her all cleaned up and then all those gorgeous textures and details and all of her incredible surface area for emitting heat painted.


But I did it.  And I think that even my challenging patient is pleased with her makeover.  The radiator.  Not the mouse.

Anyhoo.  Isn't she lovely?


The late night caused by radiator surfaces may also have explained my slight overreaction to discovering that the shower curtain hooks did not fit through the shower curtain holes.  I am sure Jonathan appreciated this picture being texted to him in his hotel room at 3:27 am.



When we decided to move the laundry room into their bathroom, the kids said, well, if it's going to be in there, does that mean everyone is going to be able to see our underwear?

They had a point.  So I pondered.  And decided curtains could solve this problem.  And I knew just the fabric for the task.  It's from Heather Ross' Far Far Away III collection.  And was such a delight to work with.


As requested, no pictures of underwear except the adorable ones drawn by Heather.  But instead, Jonathan's pants.  Much safer.



And my other problem to solve was the cat litter box and cat food situation.  We have dogs and cats who coexist.  And my dogs know where the cat food is and will go right for it whenever they can.  So I created, after my recently patented creation, the chicken tunnel was complete, the cat condo.



Millie indeed does stick her head in, but she can't reach the cat food.  Or the litter box.  This is good.


I still have a few kinks to work out.  Such as the doors that no longer latch.  And some touch ups in the paint from late night sloppiness.  And cats who fear swinging doors.  And several more rooms ahead of me.  But it feels good to have this one almost wrapped up.

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