Terrible decisions: holy crap I’m gonna die

IMG_1033I’m actually moderately more impressed by the destruction than the completed work.  Other than a couple of slightly dodgy joins– that wall on the left that you can’t see really well was a *bitch*– this actually went pretty well, if messy and somewhat longer than I expected, but I expected it to last longer than I expected, if that makes any sense.  I’m mostly posting this so you can see how effectively I’ve destroyed my bathroom, which I now have to get cleaned up before my son gets home and starts having to breathe concrete dust into his lungs.  I figure that might be bad.  This is actually the best picture of the work, because it’s so hard to get a good angle on that back wall, but you can see it in the mirror.

IMG_1032 Here you can get a look at the bad joins on the left side, there– I think they’ll be OK once I put some mortar into them. If not, I’ll just sell the house.  That wall turned out to be out of… plumb, I think?  There’s three joists over there and the third one in the middle is slightly bulgier than the other two, which gave me hell, and plus the tub itself is unlevel so even finding a good starting point was hell.  Plus that’s the wall I had to restructure so that I had something to attach the board to.  I’m lucky that the only problems are a couple of slight gaps.  I’m gonna have my father-in-law check my work before tiling, though.  And oh holy hell am I not looking forward to doing the wall with the faucet on it.

These last pictures are just so you can see my mess:

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And here’s the floor. Gotta go vacuum before the boy gets home.  Entertainingly, the vacuum itself requires vacuuming.

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Man, I’m looking forward to a shower.

Terrible decisions: not dumb yet

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One down, four to go.

Terrible decisions: the setbackening

p_SCP_074_02I knew this was going to happen, but it’s still disappointing:  the… rough-in valve, I think it’s called? (the plus-shaped thingy in the picture) for the new faucet and shower head does not appear to be terribly compatible with the one we have in place, so that all has to come out– and that is not, period, point-blank, no questions about it, work that I am capable of or interested in doing.  So we can’t cover that wall up until we get a plumber out here, and we can’t get a plumber out here until Friday.  So that somewhat limits the scale of the work we can get done today, but not in an unsatisfying way; it should still look like we got a crapton of work done by the end of the day if everything else goes well.

The new goal:  get the cement board up on the two walls that don’t conceal plumbing.  That’s all.  And by “up,” all I mean right now is measured, cut, and screwed into the studs; while I have the proper seam tape for the cement board, I’m not even sure I plan to do that today, since I’m still sorting out what seem to be conflicting opinions on whether the joins on the cement board actually need to be separately mortared, and if they do, if they’re mortared before or after applying the tape.  The dude at Lowe’s, who certainly sounded like he knew what he was doing, said that all we needed to do was tape the seams since we were tiling over it anyway and that we didn’t need to worry about joint compound; I’ve seen other sources that indicate that what we want to do is fill the seams, but what we want to use is the exact same mortar that we’ll use to install the tile.  I feel like this makes one step into two steps in a way that doesn’t feel necessary, but I’ve not done enough reading to be confident yet on anything other than “definitely don’t use regular joint compound,” which is fine, because we didn’t buy any.

I’m confident on the measure/cut/screw part, which also involves a tiny bit of restudding (just adding a couple of support points for the cement board in places that are weird) and setting up a j-channel around the tub that will keep the cement board from resting on the tub.  That should be enough for one day.  We have to go get the boy at 4:30; that leaves us seven hours.  Doable, I think.  We’ll see.

There will be pictures later, of course, as I either fix things or destroy them.  Or the world will be enveloped in flame.  It’s a crapshoot!

Terrible Decisions: the repurchasing

unnamedHere’s what you’re looking at:

  • Six pieces of 5′ x 3′ Durock cement board;
  • 3 1/2 gallons of Redgard;
  • Our new showerhead/faucet combo;
  • A six foot metal ruler that I plan to use as a straightedge (and, dammit, is too wide for the back of the shower, but it’ll still help to trim the Durock)
  • Three clean 5-gallon buckets;
  • A variety of painting implements and sponges and grouting tools and a notched trowel and an X-Acto knife and a few other things inside the buckets

Off-camera:

  • hundred goddamn pounds, which seems crazily excessive now that I think about it but the guy insisted was the right amount for our square footage, of dry mortar;
  • 25 pounds of grout;
  • An 8-foot wall stud that I need to cut to a three-foot length to give me something to attach the cement board to in a weird part of the wall;
  • 20 feet of J-channel to set the cement board into on the tub;
  • Dual-sided sixteenth-inch tape to attach the J-channel to the tub;
  • Several hundred screws;
  • Several hundred spacers;
  • Mesh tape for the cement board;
  • Respirator masks, because I hear Redgard is nasty-smelling shit;
  • A caulk tube

Shit we forgot to buy:

  • A handful of wood screws to attach the aforementioned 2 x 4; we probably have some suitable ones in a drawer in the garage somewhere, though;
  • A caulk gun;
  • Some regular blue painter’s tape to tape tiles to each other while they’re setting;
  • Some other damn thing I can’t remember right now but hopefully either I or the wife will by the early-morning Lowe’s run tomorrow morning.

And we didn’t buy this today but:

  • You can see the side of our new vanity, which we had to take out of the box because we used the box for broken drywall and tile when we did the demolition;
  • Our new toilet (still in the box)
  • And a bunch of other shit that has nothing to do with the bathroom reno but is still piled up in that corner.

We’re out, like, $525 or something.  And I am so gonna completely fuck up putting the walls up tomorrow.  Be prepared for me to burn the house down and blame it on a spider or something.

 

 

Terrible Decisions: why not, one more

1497796_10152070199098926_1379738575_nI’m done for the day– nails pulled, tub swept, vacuumed, and cleaned, 99% of the drywall out of the way.  There’s a half-inch gap between the wall on the left and the back wall, and there’s still some drywall in the corners that I’m gonna have to use a chisel or something to get out, but it’s not something I feel like I have to worry about at this exact second.  We can bathe the boy tonight, and that’s the important thing.  I even clipped the dead wire and moved it out of the way so there’s no electrocution worries.  (Yes, I know you can’t electrocute yourself with a dead wire.  Still don’t want it dangling where my two-year-old has a chance of getting to it, especially if he’s in the tub at the time.)

Next step: rebuild.

Which is terrifying.  🙂

 

TERRIBLE DECISIONS: OH SHIT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

1488096_10152069670208926_1357732158_nStage one: tub successfully taped off, a chore that I proved entirely incompetent at doing.  All nice and pretty.

1510628_10152069732053926_1553846765_nStage Two:  I knew there were some wires back here, and exposed the junction box when I demolished the wall on the left.  “Huh,” I said.  “The fuck’s that doing there?”  I had thought it was two different wires going to two different places, but no– a live wire runs down to the junction box, then swings back up dead and loops around through the drywall (and through what used to be the bulkhead) only to dangle uselessly behind the wall.  There apparently used to be a power switch on the wall behind the bathtub (which is our entryway) but they removed it when they wallpapered.  Still not sure where the other (live) wire heads off to.

Finding what you think is a live wire behind a wall while you’re hammering away is fun, by the way.  Nice moment or two of soul-shattering OH SHIT I’M GONNA DIE terror.  It’s like cardio!

1010474_10152069852908926_894152910_nNot much left but details at this point– cleaning up around nails and pulling the back and right parts of the old bulkhead, which are above the top of this picture, but I need to be on a stepladder to do that and I need to clean out the tub before I get on the stepladder.  Taking a break for lunch and to clear drywall dust out of my lungs before I clean everything up.

(Random note: my iPad fits perfectly inside a gallon-size ziplock bag, which lets me listen to music without getting shit all over my iPad.  Whee!)

So… yeah.  I suppose we actually have to rebuild this now.

Terrible Decisions, Stage Four: Spendin’ Money

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And that’s our vanity, except six inches narrower than the one we bought. For some reason, I’m super excited about the vanity; I like the way the sink slopes gently downward into the basin rather than having straight up-and-down walls– although as soon as the boy learns how much fun splashing around in that sink is going to be I’m probably going to regret it. I am… working on the faucet. This is the thing that MLW and I have most disagreed on, I think– I’m completely in love with this kind of faucet and she hates it.

Also purchased: a matching mirror. We’re also going to get a cabinet but didn’t pick it up tonight because we’re not a hundred percent certain where we want to put it yet.

Tile dude was here yesterday; we should have the estimate on the tiling in the very near future. Whee!

In other news, I got two and a half inches of grading done tonight before deciding I was done grading. I’m sending home progress reports on Friday and I need to write an Algebra test tonight, too. Instead I will probably watch a couple of hours of MasterChef and then read a book. Like I said: Whee!

Terrible Decisions, Stage Three

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What I have learned about myself today:  sometimes, when I’m trying to measure something, even if I’m being careful, I can somehow suddenly end up being off by two entire inches for no clear reason at all, and then can add 3 to 56, get 59, but get off another inch as I’m trying to measure those three inches.  I’m not sure how these things happen.  It’s possible that I’m dumb!  But if I’m dumb I’m at least dumb enough that I caught it and fixed it (pay attention to black, not orange) before it mattered to anyone.

Note that “before it mattered to anyone” technically means “ever,” since those walls that I’ve written on are getting torn down and then an actual professional is doing the tiling.  But it occurred to us that we ought probably to have a real idea of how we were going to put the tile on the wall before we start paying some dude to come over and do it for us– since, again, I cannot be trusted.  

The actual tiles are at the bottom of the post.  We’re using the white glossy ceramic with the greyish-blue marbling as the main shower tile, and it’s going almost all the way up the wall, to where you can see the little black line with the arrows on it– or, possibly, a bit above that, if we add a row of narrower beveled tiles above the bigger ones.  The actual tiles are the same style as the one in the picture but are 10″ x 14″.  We’ll probably put a row of those smaller ones on the outside row just to make it look less abrupt– much like the current tub does.

The bulkhead you see there is going to be gone, and we’re putting in a new ceiling fan powered by the tears of children.  We’re not planning on tiling the shower ceiling; that’ll all be paint, although we haven’t settled on a color yet.  Still working on that.

The black line with the wavy bit in it is going to be accent tile– the glass tile you see down below, cut into four rows so that each section of tile actually gets us four feet of the accent row.  We may or may not use more of it as a little backsplash between the vanity and the mirror; we haven’t gotten that far yet and aren’t sure how it’ll look in the end.  The third, darker tile is the floor– we bailed on the cork idea once we determined that we absolutely had no choice but to retile the shower surround; if we’re paying a professional to come in anyway we may as well lay tile on the floor.  I still like the cork idea but this is less risky.  The orange wavy parts are slightly-mismeasured other ideas about where to put the accent row; I think the black is the actual final decision, although it’ll end up being off by a tiny bit since I didn’t bother to account for 1/8 of an inch or so of grout between each of the tiles.  It’s slightly above my eye level, which is about where I wanted it, and is high enough that it’s unlikely that it’s going to get a lot of water splashed on it (since this’ll be a high-grout area) which was what my lovely wife wanted.  Plus at that height we don’t have to have any of the bigger tiles cut to put it there– it’ll slide in nicely between, if I remember right, the third and fourth row.

I may push for floor heating, since the actual floor space in the room is so small I can’t imagine it’ll cost much.  Don’t tell my wife yet.(*)

(Oh, hey, wait!  I looked it up and it’s not that expensive for a small area. Hmm.)

At any rate, the next step is to wait for Installer Dude to come by and measure everything for reals, which is happening… tomorrow, I think?  And then we actually buy all the tile and break a bunch of shit and possibly need a plumber for behind the wall (I’m crossing my fingers that this doesn’t happen) and then do some cement boarding and then bring him back to actually do the tiling work.  Or maybe we do that even before we schedule him to come back; I dunno, but we decided that we weren’t breaking anything until he’d measured and we had a sense of what sort of lead time they needed to schedule the job.

I’m looking forward to the “breaking stuff” phase.  We were gonna do that this weekend but ended up deciding it was stupid timing.  No use destroying the bathroom before it’s necessary, right?  Sure.

Enjoy what’s left of your Labor Day weekend, folks.  And thank a union member for making sure you have days off at all.  Or, better yet, become one.

(*) Of course she reads this.  You still don’t get to tell her.

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