A Pattern of Words

January has crept by, days full of ignoring the tense political atmosphere by focusing instead on the cacophony of a house full of contractors and a bathroom that never quite seems to get finished. Parts get delayed, trim work needs to be redone, plumber can’t fit us in…but the finish line is finally in sight and every member of our family is rejoicing at the thought of finally having a useable upstairs bathroom again after months of trudging downstairs to do all the things. I took a big leap of faith in my own interior design choices for this bathroom, which were questioned by my contractor, my husband, and my mother. But I’m finally feeling confident it’s going to look amazing (not oppressively dark, like one family member opined). And boy, will I not miss an upstairs hallway crowded by boxes and the random stinky toilet.