Yesterday, I had to spend the day at home. Now it could be said that I spend plenty of days at home; I enjoy being at home. I’m a homebody, so why does it matter? It’s the principle of the thing–I don’t like being told what to do. I want to go to my exercise class and knitting circle; I don’t want to sit around waiting on some delivery man to show up.
I know I’m being a little petty. I don’t have to wait around that often, but this is the third time I’ve had to wait around for this particular delivery, and I’m beginning to lose faith.
Let’s back up a little. Remember our blue bathroom? We started with a baby blue toilet, blue tile, faux-finished powder blue walls, and a matching baby blue sink in the main floor powder room. Have I mentioned that the MR hates blue and that the room made him cringe? The toilet didn’t last a month, since it kept flushing constantly. Then last winter, we got rid of all the faux-finishing and went with a soothing taupe. Unfortunately, the tan made the blue seem even bluer.
The MR replaced the tile immediately.
And so all that’s been left is the blue sink for the last nine months. Just get a new one right? It should be simple, but this is a strange house. With 11 corners in the powder room, we don’t want to add any more angles. We have a lot of mirrors and no storage. How can we update this room tastefully? We toyed with the idea of having a built-in vanity made for the awkward sink area, but decided a sleek pedestal sink in an oh-so boring white would do wonders.
That’s where the delivery comes in, or should I say deliveries? You see I’ve waited around twice to not sign for smashed porcelain sinks. The delivery man had lost faith, too. When he arrived, he asked if I’d like to check out the sink in the back of the truck, so he didn’t have to mess with moving it all around just to but it back again. So I took a ride on the hydraulic lift and lo and behold the box looked like a brand-new box. No huge dents; the pallet was wider than the box, this was promising. With the aid of box cutters, we opened the outside wrapping, found another box on the inside, removed some styrofoam to reveal a real sink all in one piece.
Now of course, the MR is quite busy remodeling the shower upstairs, but this little gem is waiting for his attention when he gets done with that big project. So here’s a hint of what’s to come.
I know it’s not much to look at at the moment, but I promise you that it’s going to look good.
It wasn’t just big trucks bringing special deliveries yesterday. Baby Girl came home with her own sweet gift. She’s the FFA treasurer for her school’s club. That means she’s required to take a shop, floral, or agricultural class. Can you guess which one she chose? That’s right–floraculture for the win, and she came home with this lovely arrangement she’d created.
Any deliveries planned or surprises at your home? Do you like being told what to do?