The bathroom remodel took at least three times as long as it should have.
Possibly four. Possibly nine.
My decision-making process was gruesomely slow and drove Paul to the brink of madness.
I mean that. Not in an exaggerated way. But in a very accurate way. It made him crazy that he could not force me to pick a tile, a grout, lights, faucets, a sink, towel bars, a shower dial thing…
But? In my quest for the perfect bathroom / making my husband crazy? I win.
Behold.
