My Nut Village

Javier, the worker man,  just showed up to ease my fears of my children falling through the floor while they take a bath.  Since my kids don’t have time to put the shower curtain inside of the tub when they shower, we have a bad case of mushy floor.  I hate bad cases of mushy floor. 

So, Javier and his side kick are ripping this out as we speak.  He’s going to replace the floor and put in a new, shiny tub.  And I’m convinced they’re going to plunge to their deaths in the process.  I’m going to miss them because they sound like Jefe from The Three Amigos.   

Anywho…here is the floor.  If they survive the fall, they will put down tile. 

We’re replacing the vanity with two pedestal sinks.  Behind the door is a huge closet to put all of their junk, so I wanted to streamline a bit.  All that was ever under the vanity was random plastic army men and dirty underwear.  Why do they do this?  Do they think I can’t trace it back to them? 

As I end this post, I’m encouraged by their progress.  No one has fallen through onto my dining table.    Here’s hoping…

EEEWWWWW!  Here’s the floor after they took out the tub and flooring.  Everybody…EEEWWWWW!!