The old doors were hollow and stained a orangey color that hasn’t been popular since the Rat Pack was alive and well.
The knobs were old and didn’t function anymore and had a little flip lock that was so easy to accidentally flip and lock yourself out of a room.
Or lock yourself into your room if you are Ellie and 2 years old
or 12 (happened 2 weeks ago).
Then painted the new doors.
Which left us with no doors in between coats.
Bathroom included.
No doors. |
Especially when your front door has windows.
And when said bathroom’s toilet sits just on
the other side of where a door used to be.
And she had to “spot” me use the restroom holding up a too narrow beach towel in the doorway that she shook around too much because she was laughing.
We’ve been without doors for 3 days now.
I think if we were Girl Scouts, we would’ve earned
the “No Doors” patch by now.
I miss doors!
or watch TV after the girls have gone to sleep.
And loud.
We did not care one bit.
Because we’ve learned that we love doors around here.
I feel like there isn’t a room in this house that I can hide in during the day to read or write.
Why?
No doors.
Why?
Apparently I have extremely messy daughters.
And no doors.
And for those people that live in one room huts with no doors at all.
But for lots of reasons,
not just because they don’t have doors.
And how not private Monte is.
He does not seem that bothered by the no doors thing.
But for a guy that once went to the bathroom by the dumpster behind a McDonald’s because the men’s room was closed for cleaning, the whole concept was lost on him.
(wait…have I?)
with this whole construction process.
but tents have doors!
Or flaps,
whatever,
they still zip shut.
But I will learn to accept this
(said with fist in the air)
just like I’ve learned to live without
filtered water,
ice,
a kitchen,
a bathroom on the first floor,
real plates and glasses and utensils,
the ability to keep anything clean
and getting to choose what radio station the workers listen to at high volume…
It’s going to be great in the end.
It’s going to be great in the end.
It’s going to be great in the end.
You crack me up! I would have a hard time without doors as well (especially with workers inside) and would definitely be one giggling and shaking while holding the towel. I can only imagine how beautiful it will be in the end though - truly.
ReplyDeleteMindy,
DeleteSometimes it is easier to laugh because it just is what it is. (And crying doesn’t get the doors hung back up any faster!) Progress can be a pain. But worth it in the end.:)