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Friday, August 10, 2018

My mother's obsession with my toilet

It’s good to do a little touch-up in one’s home every few years.  Whether painting, the swapping of hardware, or even a full-on renovation, those updates keep things fresh.

After living in my home for more than a half-decade, I think it's time to make changes.  The biggest one is the staircase: currently covered with old carpet, I want it replaced with wood.  It’s not as easy as it sounds, but I found an independent contractor who can make it happen.

Once the staircase is refinished, my second goal is to replace the faucet/sink/cabinet in my bathroom.  It isn’t a priority since they're all still functional.  Not pretty, but functional.

While talking about start dates with my mother, she careens the conversation to how she’s going to redesign the bathroom.  Did I forget to mention she’s referring to my bathroom?  And she's obsessed with my toilet.

“What is your obsession with the toilet?” I ask while we’re both sitting at the dinner table at my parents’ house.

“You said you wanted to replace it,” she replies while leaning back in her chair.

“When did I ever say that?”

“When you said you wanted to fix your bathroom.”

“That was you.  You said that not me.”

“You didn’t say it?”

“No!  I said I needed to replace the faucet, not the toilet.”

(To backtrack, my faucet needs replacing since it’s cracked.  I found a model, with one lever instead of the two standard hot/cold ones.  The issue is it’s designed for a sink with one centre hole; mine has three.  Faucets similar to the model I want that have a wide base are much more expensive.  So, it’s cheaper to replace the faucet and the sink at once.  The thing is, the cabinet will look old compared to the new faucet/sink combo.  In the end, it’s just easier – and a worthy investment – to replace all three at once.  Never did the topic of replacing the toilet come into play; that was all in my mother’s head when she was mentally redesigning my bathroom.) 

“Where did you ever get this thing about the toilet?  You don’t even visit enough to have an opinion on it.”  It’s true. She visits probably three times a year.  I use my bathroom three times before lunch.

“Well, you said you were going to renovate the bathroom, so I assumed you were going to replace everything.” She waves her hand in the air, combined with a nonchalant eye roll.

When she gets up from the table and walks towards the kitchen sink, it's a sign the conversation is over.  I don’t have the strength to continue it, either.

Someday, if my mother renovates her house, she can do whatever she wants (as long as I'm consulted on the colours, finishes and everything else).  Until then, I get to pick what goes where.  And since I’m paying for it, it’s going to take a while for me to replace my toilet.


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