Dust

I'm up to my ears in dust. Well, not ears, knees maybe. Drywall dust.

In the neverending effort to get the house ready to list for sale, poor Daddy Star had to replace the exhuast fan and drywall in the shower. In the one bathroom in the house. So every night since Sunday, he had to sand and mud the ceiling. Oh fun.

Dust everywhere. All over our one bathroom. Every day.

And of course, we couldn't shower because that would get the stuff wet again. Ever bathe in a gritty tub? Not pleasant.

Next house? Two bathrooms.