The DH has given authorisation for the bathroom to be remodelled. Clearly my subtle plan to complain about it every day for the last two years whilst the children and I repeatedly (and inadvertantly, I might add) bash limbs and heads on the square edges of the un-family-friendly basin, has worked. So I got the usual quotes, got DH to write a cheque and booked Bathroom Guy in. That done, I went to the States, suffered a God-awful bout of D and V courtesy, I assume, one of the small children that spend so much time with me, and absolutely forgot all about Bathroom Guy until Friday night, when he left a message reminding me that he was starting on Monday morning. Cue a panicky weekend of shower comparisons, internet shopping and a few guestimations about how many tiles I’ll need.
Which are pink. That’s right, you heard me, pink. We’ve found that chatting to the Pocket Dictator about upcoming events is the best way to go about prepping her. So when we remembered that Bathroom Guy was coming, we had a long chat about taking out the old bathtub and putting in a new one. We chatted about what things you needed in a bathroom, about loos (a big topic given that we are currently potty-training), about what colour it should be. At which point, PD piped up with:
“I have a pink one. I have a pink one for me and Nunnet.”
Which is what she says every time we talk about the bathroom. It’s what she said when we went tile shopping and she ‘chose’ the pink mosaic tiles. It’s what she’s been saying all day whilst endless banging and noise-making echoes down the stairs. And it’s what she said tonight when she went up to bed and checked on the shell that will, one day soon, I hope, soon be our new “Girl’s bathroom”.
DH has not been that thrilled by this development, though he is utterly amused by the PD and her assertions. As is Bathroom Guy when the DH mounts the stairs after ‘school’ to inspect his work and declares: “He make me a pink one.” Bathroom Guy is unsure that pink is a good colour. As is DH. The poor man will need to get used to it. We have two girls. Plus me. Plus the Wonder Hound. That makes four girls. To one man. Pink bathroom it is.
There’s just one issue: I genuinely have no idea where to find a pink worktop from.