We still don't have a toilet at the house. Joe and his dad tried to install it last night but the wax ring didn't seal. With some google-education, I now suspect that the flange is below the floor level by about a quarter of an inch due to the new floor we laid, and that made it hard for the wax to seal. I think we'll try one of these puppies
instead of a wax ring, they're supposed to be "no fail" and man I could use some no fail.
Every single thing about this bathroom renovation project has taken significantly longer and more work than I would have expected. I know I was probably naive about it, but still.
Joe and I are both really tired of sleeping on a futon on the floor at the Lofts. It's bad for our sleep, it's bad for Bagheera to be in an empty loft with us gone all the time, it's stressful for everyone. We're both crabby and feeling down. We've had a lot of other crap going on too - not just house - but this makes me feel like my basic needs are not being met and so everything upward of that is suffering too. We're both kind of phoning it in at work. I'm not really winning at fighting off a cold. We haven't eaten a home-cooked meal in several days; we've even been getting our breakfast coffee etc. at a coffeeshop. Suck, suck, suck.
And tonight, when we might be able to try again with the damn toilet because Joe's dad is free? Tonight we have to go to the final Fire Collective rehearsal.
I am considering being brave/stupid and trying to do the toilet myself this evening before the rehearsal. With one of those Fernco things I might stand a chance. And dammit I really want to sleep in my own bed in my house. We've owned the place for almost two months!!
(Please don't tell me that eventually all will be well, I already know that. But this part is hard.)