So after my little breakdown, I took a break for a couple days.
It took me a couple days to figure out what to do. I couldn't just cut out the damaged part, because the tiles broke when they fell. Besides, obviously I didn't have the right drywall around my tub. Cement board is the only stuff that belongs there.
So I let the momentum build for bit, and then I pulled out my two favorite tools: my California Framer and a nail puller.
Anyway, on to business. Thanks
to some help from a wonderful lady named Dani, who played mother to my kids while I
played construction worker, I was able to take down the wall in just
one afternoon. I tell you, there is power in knocking down walls. It
was invigorating in a way I've never expected.
The Captain helped by tearing down the remaining wall you see in that picture. As you can see, there's a dark spot where the
soap dish used to be. That would be mold. I sprayed and sprayed and
sprayed it with mold killer then let it dry out. Those first few days
were really toxic, but you could tell after a while that we'd gotten all
the mold. Ultimately, I am glad to conquer this project because it
would've come up eventually. I also replaced a water-damaged cross bar between the studs.
After making sure all the nails were out, I started installing cement board.
(Remember how I mentioned that breaking down walls was invigorating? Well, I discovered putting up walls is also invigorating. I look down at my hands and I cannot believe they've done what they have. It's a cool feeling.)
I decided to also tear out the third (back) wall.
I'm glad he caught that.
This is me after sanding the drywall.
white boogers. (Yes, I had on a mask.)