This week while I was sleeping and napping and napping and sleeping a lot, Tyler was continuing work on the bathroom. While we are, of course, trying to complete the whole upstairs, the bathroom will be the first complete room.
I am a firm believer that the bathroom is one of the most important rooms in a house. Because if you are ever going to be ill and having to spend a lot of time in a tiny room, it might as well be easy on the eyes.
Eventually, I ventured out to see Tyler at the house. He was “coping.” Which means, fitting together pieces of edging and trim. Though, let’s face it, the term is highly ironic. (I’m gonna leave it at that).
Always a perfectionist, my dear husband spent a good forty five minutes making sure the edge of the shower has a piece of edging that was accurately sanded down to exactly fit and cap off the end of the row before the tile.
He was concerned no one would ever even see this tiny piece that he spent so much time and energy making fit. So I came to his rescue-saying I would dedicate an entire blog post to “coping.”
Now I’m sure you all know, if you didn’t before, the intense work a certain band director puts into even the smallest of details. No point in doing something if you aren’t going to do it right.