Yesterday was the hubby’s birthday. To celebrate, my mom and I traveled up to the Yrppie homestead to build a sink base. Then we traveled all the way back to Harrisburg so I could grill expensive steaks in the middle of a electrical storm and horrendous downpours for his birthday dinner. The reason my mom and I put the sink base together, instead of the hubby and I, was because I wanted to give him a break from working a full day at work and then working a full night on the renovations. He needs sleep. And meat. Hot, grilled meat.
On Monday we had this conversation:
Hubby: So tomorrow for my birthday do you want to go up to the farm and put that sink together?
Hubby: The plumber wants it put together so he can see where to put the plumbing.
Me: We can’t give him the dimensions? The wall is not even in yet. I am not mowing the damn grass.
Hubby: Blah, blah, blah, blah (to quote Maggie-she has gotten rather cheeky as she edges closer to the big “5”)
He actually went on a rant about how much there is to do, how I complain all the time, how I hate mowing the grass (he throws that into EVERY debate) etc, etc, etc. Rather than engage in this debate I just let him think he won. Then I suckered my mom into going up and putting the sink base together with me. We were done and back soon after he got home from work.
It took us about 2 hours and 15 minutes (not counting driving time). It would have taken less than two, but we had a few snafus along the way. As a reminder, here is a picture of an Ikea sink base that is SIMILAR to ours (ours has handles):
The first thing we did was take inventory of the cabinet parts and directions.
There were a lot pieces but we weren’t “scurred”. Since my mom was with me I had to act like I am all organized in life, so we grouped all the hardware with their buddies and made sure we had all the parts.
The we took a picture of ourselves; you can see how excited we were:
We had our first hiccup as soon as we started. I got the drill out and felt all powerful and “I am woman; hear me roar”. Then I proceeded to strip the crap out of the very first screw because the drill was on reverse, which I did not figure out until after my second attempt. My mom made the comment “Shouldn’t the drill be doing all the work?” as I was bent over grunting and sweating, trying to push the screw into the pre-drilled hole. Her comment inspired my “ah-ha!” moment. Sure enough, when I looked, the drill was set to “reverse”. Once we got that straightened out it was quick work. Mom got a blister on her thumb from from grabbing the stripped screws; she did not believe me when I told her they were hot. Then my mom made a comment about needing a hot screw. No we were not drinking, my mom is just classy like that.
Here is our cabinet base put together, at this point we did not realize that we had put the wall mounts in backwards. Whoops.
Can you find the mistake in this picture? We did not realize it until we went to put the drawers in.
We then assembled the drawers. I was reminded as to why I did not get into gifted classes in 3rd grade; spatial visualization has always been my downfall. After about 10 minutes of pondering which way the sliders slid, and 20 minutes putting the first drawer together, we were on a roll.
When we went to put the drawers in; I realized we had a problem. Luckily I knew the drill had a reverse, so we unscrewed and rescrewed the wall mounts in the right direction. Once again my mom made some un-mom joke about never having enough screws. I cannot take her anywhere.
Once everything was facing the right way, we lugged it upstairs, put the drawers in, and called it a day. When it is actually installed, the base will have feet and a sink top so it will be standard height. (No we are not installing a sink for the Tyrion Lannisters of the world.) I did spend about 5 minutes perplexed about where the top was, until I remembered that the top is the sink. Duh.
Here is a picture of the finished product, the bathroom seems so roomy without anything in it.
As I looked at the empty bathroom with the lonely sink base; I had a brief “hubby moment of panic” about how much we have to do.
I usually deal well with stress and overwhelming to-do lists; I like to break it down and focus on one thing at a time. Do you ever feel overwhelmed with renovations…or life in general? What are some your coping techniques? I have been known to revert to potato chips and entirely too much caffeine, but I am trying to curb those unhealthy choices. Share below, I would love to hear from you!