Now when you see these pictures you'll feel like signing up for a version of "Pimp My Ride" but for houses. And I would love that. Because at the moment? I am so pissed off at this laundry room. I am also angry at the fact that my super duper handy husband is able to do AMAZING things with other peoples houses but this is what I get. Really? I think I should be using the deluxe model but here I am. With a hoopty laundry room.
So let me start you with a little story. When we bought the house (5 years ago this May) this room did not look like this. For the most part. But one day I told Matt that one of the ceiling tiles looked weird. Like it was bubbled kind of. It's the cheapy things that interlock from Menards which we all know is the ghetto of all hardware and home improvement places. I hate Menards. And the guy we bought the house from worked at Menards so EVERYTHING he tried to fix was with Menards stuff. Not good. Ever the dutiful husband, Matt takes down the one tile. Then proceeded to rip off the entire fucking ceiling.
When I walk in I believe my exact response was, "Holy shit- what the fuck are you doing?! We have no money to replace this. I just wanted to know what was up with the one tile". His response? "It was hard to stop at one." WHAT?! It's not like you are taking a hit of crack here. It's a ceiling. *sigh* So this is my ceiling, 5 years later. Still. I can always tell when someone flushes the toilet upstairs since those are the plumbing things for it. Nice. (So if you come here and don't flush or wash your hands---I know)
Ah- the other piece of the wall. When we put the addition on, obviously we needed power in those rooms (which are the dining room and our HUGE master bedroom...more on these later). So Matt ran the wires (he really can do anything when it comes to a house. He even sided it for us!) correctly. He assured me he'd only have to make a small hole in the drywall because I was worried that we'd look ghetto with any more destruction to the room. I'm sorry but removing every piece of sheetrock except for what the box is attached to is not "a small hole". I mean he couldn't even make it look better by removing the whole section. No, it looks like he ripped it on the bottom. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC.
And the bane of my existance in this room. The laundry sink. This sink is ORIGINAL to the house. It apparently was the shit back in the day. On the first weekend we lived here I did laundry. Silly me, I just assumed a sink would drain correctly. No, apparently the sink drain pipe thingie was installed backwards and at an angle so it flooded the floor. That was our first home repair- Matt fixing that. The hot and cold water taps are backwards (cold on the left, hot on the right). The cold doesn't work. The hot gives you yellow colored water. This sink is for looks only (which doesn't say much) but the water from the laundry drains into it. You'll notice the ghetto hose just laying there. You'll also notice that the left side of the sink is flaking away. I don't know if that's because the yellow water is actually toxic or if it's just old. I don't know. But that's as clean as it gets. We have a laundry sink replacement in the garage. I've heard we've had one for oh...5 years...but I've never *actually* seen it. But Matt tells me I need to get like a cupboard thingie for the sink to set into. Fine. Let's buy it.
But not so fast, lambs! The plumbing is fucked up proper. It has never been updated. So we're talking about shit that will fall apart when you try to do anything to it. Which means the pipes (that run under the house in the crawlspace) need to be replaced. Is it just me or do you think it's a reasonable assumption Matt will fuck this up? His track record with our house is not so great. If this were someone else's house, he'd do it up perfectly. AND make them a fabulous custom cupboard. No, I get shit. And possibly a plumbing bill in the thousands. Yay.
The floor is horrible peel and stick tile (side note- retailers? STOP SELLING THIS SHIT. It's awful.) and I know that I will get relegated to pulling it up which I am sure it will result in chemical burns on my arms from teh adhesive just like what happened with the kitchen floor. At least I get to use tools! Matt never lets me use tools. YAY!
So here it is. We're at a critical point. I need a functioning laundry room. My cats have decided they don't like and are now pissing on the wall. So I am cleaning the corner every hour. It's got to stop. My hands smell like bleach. People don't even ask anymore. (Weird fact- I have a very weird "thing" about smells. My house HAS to smell good. It's either fruity or cinnamon. I am a maniac when it comes to how my house smells. Which is why I'll never be on Hoarders.)
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