
Article by: Megan Stremick
My husband has been out of town on business for the past few days now leaving me at home to deal with our current bathroom renovation…by myself. Now, I’m not complaining but I do feel it necessary to mention that I am taking care of a two year old, teaching yoga part time, working part time, don’t have a nanny, don’t have a cleaning lady and I’m 7 months pregnant…not to mention that I loath home renovations. A few of my girlfriends have commented:
“oh, isn’t it so much fun, you get to pick out all new stuff and redesign everything”.
My answer is an eye squinting, nostrils flaring, loudly drawn out NOOOOO! I hate making the decisions of what to permanently adhere to the walls and what ridiculously expensive fixtures to put with it. If I had the money I would hire a designer to do it all for me, not ask me anything other than “this is what I want to do, do you like it” with my answer being “looks great, get it done while I’m on vacation, can’t wait to see the finished product when I get back”.
But I digress…
So, the ‘tile guys’ were here today and they are doing a great job, however, when I was checking in on how things were going I noticed that the cuts for the tile were not what I wanted in two areas of the shower. At first I didn’t say anything. I felt bad, they were working so hard and they are going to be so annoyed if I make them take it off and redo it. Crap, what do I do? Admittedly, if my husband was home I would have made him be the bad guy and do my dirty work—I mean who’s going to get mad at a guy who’s 6’6” and 270 pounds telling them they need to redo their work. But me? I felt like a nagging, pregnant lady. Then I thought, well that’s just stupid, it’s my bathroom and I am the one that is supposed to be happy with it. So I went back upstairs and apologetically (but firmly) told them what I wanted changed. They said “sure, no problem”. I was stunned at how easy that was. I was having a harder time getting my son to eat his lunch than I was getting the tile guys to pull off an area of freshly cut and mortared tile.
And while I’m sure they were cursing me in Spanish the moment I left the room, I felt good about myself. I didn’t back down (not that they put up any kind of a fight) but I was proud of myself for not being overwhelmed and making a big deal of it. I stated what I wanted changed and that was that. I didn’t call my husband to consult him, I didn’t pine over what to say and how to say it, I just made the decision and took action. This is one of those little moments where I can say “I Rock”.
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