Although we were questioning our intelligence around the time that we were sawing the fifth hole in the drywall, it ended up being a relatively smooth sailing project as those things go, and it only took us nine days working on it just a little bit most evenings after work.
Luckily, Gus had some assistance courtesy of our friends at the Rogue, 'cause everyone knows that power tools and malt liquor are ideal mates.
I mostly just hung out and took pictures and occasionally offered brilliant nuggets of advice or a different drill bit or screwdriver. Although somehow it also ended up being my job to vaccuum up all the dust and deep clean the bathroom at the end, but I guess that must be fair, since all I'm doing otherwise is getting fat and protecting our unborn child 24/7.
I think we're both a little bit surprised that everything went as well as it did, as we're accustomed to our projects being a little bit more... trying? This time there was really no major hang-up, and at no point did Gus have even a minor cursing fit or feel compelled to throw anything!
And now we have a fan. With a timer and everything! No more foggy mirrors or mildew-ey ceiling! Lincoln will be lucky to have such talented (and foolishly ambitious) parents.
If he ever shows up.