MhzMella

There was a leak behind the basement shower. The basement bathroom has golden butterfly wallpaper and came with a Duck’s Unlimited toilet seat. The shower was what nightmares are made of. A visiting friend onced used it and I was horrified. A boat painted standing shower, small enough that the shower curtain touched you while washing.

Mold. We knew we needed to remodel it, so the leak was the motivation to pull it out. It was disgusting, but things get messy before they get better.

I consider myself able to do many things and tolerate discomfort to achieve a goal. But I have come face to face with a level of disgust and irritation I’ve rarely felt. There it is black mold.

Yesterday I got the bathroom sprayed and wiped. I wore N95 construction mask, goggles, and covered my skin but my hat kept falling off and I could feel the spores all over me.

The princess inside me was livid.

So to cope, I made art.

First, I recognized the leaking/black mold area exsisted. So I sang a song about getting a new kitchen.

Then today I fell a bit of dispair as I found MORE black mold.

So I updated my song.

I am also coping by eating PBnJ pancakes and screaming. I also called a friend to complain.