Eunoia 2 [{V.H}]

7

This is a long one to make up for my time away. So sorry for the wait, and I want to put a warning here as well,

!Brief mention of sexual abuse, physical abuse, and negative alcohol use!

Kitty

We started on the upstairs guest bathroom.

Vinnie noticed that there was a leak under the sink when he went looking for some cleaner for the kitchen. So we decided that we'd go ahead and take the opportunity to start the remodeling from there. The next morning, Vinnie and I went out to the local hardware/appliance store and basically picked out an entirely new bathroom.

Neither of us know what we're doing, but I guess that's why we have friends that check on us constantly.

Alex called not even an hour after we unloaded some of the car, and asked us what we were up to before he admitted to driving by to check on us, because he saw us drive past the house. Once he got wind that we were redoing the bathroom, he basically said hold your horses and was at our new home in less than twenty with a tool kit and Corey to help.

So the boys got to work, tearing out the sink, and breaking up the old pink tile on the shower walls.

I wanted to help but at that point- I knew they were having fun completely trashing the bathroom without remorse, so I let them do it without protest. It wasn't until two hours later, the bathroom, nearly wrecked, with the mirror off the wall, the toilet, sink, and bathtub basically gone that Vinnie shooed the two boys out of the house for the rest of the day so that he and I could paint the bathroom white over top of the creamy yellow.

I lift my arm to catch my yawn, my eyes closing tightly until it's over and when I'm done, I open my eyes and tiredly lift my the paint roller back to the wall.

It's been a long day, but Vinnie seems to be in a decent mood, so I'm trying to stay as motivated as I can for as long as possible. I think he's having fun with this whole remodeling thing.

His voice from behind me catches my attention from my exhausted daze, "Do you think that this will come out of my pants?"

I look over my shoulder at him, and down to his khakis that have several paint splatters across the legs, while he waits for my answer with hope in his eyes. He looks precious in his white shirt too, his hair pushed out of his face with a backwards baseball hat on his head, and the evidence of his carelessness of dried white on his hands.

I shake my head, and smile apologetically, "Sorry but no hon."

Vinnie rolls his eyes and throws his head back in frustration, letting out a small groan that makes me chuckle.

Like I said, he's in a good mood today. Im glad to see it too, when there's been so many days that he's been a nervous wreck. I know it's my fault, but I'm doing better... whether or not I'm better at masking how I feel or if it's actually progress... I don't know. But he's doing better, so that's what matters to me.

Finch whines from behind the baby gate at the open bathroom door, but I ignore him to continue painting. He had his first therapy dog training session yesterday, and it went surprisingly well. He's only been with us for two weeks and he's already grown so much and found his place with us... snuggled at the foot of our bed where he's been and will forever be.

Finch whines again, breaking me out of my trance to look back at Vinnie who looks back at me with a firm glance, silently telling me to ignore him.

I mockingly roll my eyes and turn back around, but before I can raise the brush again—

"AROROORORROOOO."

I startle at first at the unfamiliar sound coming from our dog, but it's quickly overcome by thrill when Vinnie laughs out. I turn around fully now, to look at Vinnie while he drops his paint brush into the bin as he shakes his head, a giant smile on his face.