Summer is kicking me in the sensitive lady bits.
To get out of another day of parenting, feeding, laundering, and dish-doing... I gave The Husband an ultimatum: either re-caulk the shower or take care of the kids for the entire afternoon/evening.
Guess what he chose?
He is no dummy.
He may have figured out that I was really begging for a break. Or maybe he is just THAT afraid of doing activities that involve a trip to The Home Depot. Either way, I got what I thought I wanted. As soon as the kids came downstairs from a rather lengthy nap, (trying to discredit my claims of nap shortening) I grabbed my ipod, headphones, silicone bathroom caulk, caulk gun, and razorblade, then headed upstairs- excited to a) not have to constantly discipline until bedtime and b) get something worthwhile accomplished. (even the slightest hint of mold in the shower makes my skin crawl, I don't know how those "before" bathrooms in the Kaboom! commercials manage to get to that point)
You guys: re-caulking a shower is hard.
The previous caulk was less caulk and more like super adhesive/crumbly glue which refused to yield to my razorblade. And while I was cursing the talentless plumber who installed this enclosure with sub-par caulking, I found out that getting caulk to go all smooth and water-resistant-like was impossible.
By the end of it I had sore hands, (Arthritis! You jerkface!) a dirty shower, and below average caulking on most of the edges. Not only that? But because I had thrown my hands up in surrender, (doing a crap job on the whole thing) I came downstairs defeated in under an hour. It was 5:00. Three more hours to endure before bedtime.
FAIL. (on all fronts)