That’s Not Good…

Since I haven’t had my computer set up, and since my dad and I have been busy, busy, busy, these posts are sort of in whatever order. Most days we would work on whatever needed to be worked on.

On some Sunday (don’t ask me which), Dad decided to paint the bathroom.

This should have been a fairly easy job.

While Dad was lightly sanding the walls, he said, “Uh oh. Amanda! Come here.”

I went into the bathroom and Dad pressed a very soft spot on the wall.

“Oh God,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s not good.”

The kitchen and bathroom share the same wall, so we were concerned it was a plumbing problem. Dad just pressed his razor into the soft spot and it went straight through. He scraped out the hole and we discovered that it wasn’t a plumbing problem (thank goodness). It seems like water was running over the edge of the tub.

Off to Home Depot we went!

Eighty dollars or so in supplies later, Dad fixed the soft spot.

He cut out the soft spot entirely.

He cut down some wood (left over from removing the shelf supports in the closet of the dining room) and put it behind the soft spot to add some support.

Those drywall screws have sure come in handy…

Dad caulked around that little gap, then mixed up fiberglass.

He smoothed out the fiberglass.

He followed it up with some Bondo.

And finally, we were ready to paint! Of course, at this point, it was evening, so painting had to wait.