I have a confession to make. I've been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately. Not very glamorous? Well, I've been in the master bath, actually. In the bathtub. Tragically it's still not glamorous.
It turns out the bathtub was not properly sealed and there are giant cracks just asking for a water damage party on my downstairs ceiling. Last Sunday, I spent a few hours peeling off the small amount of caulk that happened present. I used a baby screwdriver to 'cut' the seal and it worked pretty well. While I was at it, I also cleaned off the paint on top of the bathtub, because someone had a heavy hand when it came to painting. Shocker. :)
When I got to the section where I suspected water damage (where the tub part meets the shower wall part, on the water end of the tub [see above]), a quarter-sized chunk of wall came off with the sealant. The drywall was squishy underneath. Is that called wetwall?
I didn't take a picture of the final 3/4-inch deep hole I ended up creating as I removed all of the squishiness. Trust me, it was awesome. I had to keep digging - I just didn't feel right about the pink film I was seeing...
On Monday, I found some leftover Spackle in the garage, so I filled in the hole and cracks with it. It was surprisingly rewarding. I've never Spackled before, although I've iced a lot of cakes. Using Luna Lovegood's movie logic, how different are they really? Plus, I watched a ton of Bob Ross growing up and he could make beautiful happy trees with a putty knife, why couldn't I fix my wall with one? After the Spackle dried, I caulked the daylights out of every nook and cranny of the bathtub as well as the baseboards. I think I did a pretty good job. :)
Are you a weekend warrior?