The third floor is so close to being done it seems we can all taste it (which may be due to the fact that we have actually eaten dinner up there twice now). It's a beautiful, open space that has now been painted cheerful colors and filled with couches, a TV, a large dining set, and even kitchen cabinets. It screams family and good times, and I love it.
There still isn't running water up there just yet, and that's really where the fun comes in. Why? Because additionally, the bathroom and kitchen in the girls' floor have been sealed off, in preparation for demolition and reconstruction. That means the entire house is sharing the bathroom on the boys' floor. And not just one bathroom, but one sink total, which is in the kitchen. So the one bathroom we're sharing isn't even really a full bathroom, but a tarp-covered room with a shower, a toilet, a makeshift light fixture, wooden studs, and roughly 1600 bottles of shampoo and soap.
And we've had several visitors each week, meaning anywhere from nine to 12 people are sharing one shower, one toilet, and one sink. No one has killed each other yet. And no one has really even come close to it. The people who come to visit us tell us that they have had an amazing stay. And I actually believe them. My mother grew up as one of seven kids, and I think this is the closest I'll ever come to knowing what that kind of childhood was like.
Sometime tomorrow, there's a very good chance that the bathroom on the third floor will be operational. Nine people sharing one bathroom doesn't sound nearly as noble as nine people sharing two, so I wanted to get this update out asap. I think we've all observed, learned, and changed a lot in the very short course of 9+ people, 1 bathroom, so I'll be telling you all more about that later. Expect pictures, too. Because not only are we sharing 1 bathroom for the entire house, but most of the free, shared living space looks like something on the TV show "Hoarding: Buried Alive" (kudos to Luke for first observing that).
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