Crock’s Thoughts

Sooo… a pesky bathroom remodel has officially graduated from a to-do list item to a full-blown haunting. It just sits there… silently judging me. No rattling chains, no ghostly moans… just quiet, relentless disappointment.

Here’s the problem: I like order, not chaos—well, except for my brain where chaos has full control. But I like knowing where things are. I like walls staying where walls belong. And yes, I know the bathroom needs a remodel. I’m not in denial. I just… ugh… really don’t want to do it.

Why? Because a remodel means walls torn open, tile everywhere, and a contractor saying, “Well… that’s interesting,” which is never followed by, “and it’s cheap.”

Once a project like this starts, chaos takes over. Dust appears from dimensions previously unknown. The toilet gets evicted. You’re brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink like a confused woodland creature, wondering how life unraveled so fast.

So, I delay… telling myself the dripping rusty shower adds character; the crooked tile is rustic; and the weird noise in the wall is just the house expressing itself in what maybe Morse code for “we need to talk.”

The remodel remains on the list. Untouched… eternal, and right between “organize the garage” and “finally figure out where all the missing socks go.”

Ugh… at this point, I’m pretty sure the bathroom is winning. LOL!