So it's really no big deal that they should be renovating your old bathroom on the weekend that you choose to visit, right? You should be used to construction right?
The other night, during our lovely visit at my parents house, I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I knew if I held it until the morning, that a) my bladder could burst or b) I could end up with those "Omg, I almost peed on myself dreams, where you have to go so bad you wake up moments from actually going." Yeah, we've all had those.
Despite wanting to lay in bed and fall back asleep, my delirious, sleep deprived, self rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hall to my old bathroom.
I opened the door. Tried to flick on the light. Didn't work. Whatever. I felt around for the toilet.
What happened next, is something I don't care to share. Just know that nothing good can happen when your old bathroom looks like this: