DIY Disasters... why I don't need a Pinterest account

I love DIY shows. I love watching people transform the old into the new. I love watching HGTV and DIY network. I love getting ideas, planning, having the vision of what my house should and could look like. There are only two things standing the way of my house being pinned to Pinterest and being featured in Southern Living.
The first one being named Victoria. While I love the idea of DIY, the planning and envisioning the end product, I do not know how to execute the plan. I am a force to be reckoned with during the deconstruction and break down phase of home improvement. For instance at our old house, I got the vision of replacing my carpet with hardwood floors. I thought about how beautiful wood flooring would look throughout the entire front of the house, down the hall, and in the master bedroom. I picked out what I wanted by browsing the web, I measured the square footage. I rationalized that it would be cleaner, allergen free, and easy to maintain, and then one day while Jason was off at work I just decided to rip all the carpet out. By myself.... and throw it on the lawn...with the padding... and all the nails. I used a box cutter to cut around the furniture I couldn't move and voila an hour later or so, the destruction phase was complete. The carpet was gone replaced by the vision of cheap sub flooring and 1970's gold and brown linoleum which was a little surprise I wasn't really expecting and come to find out neither was Jason when he came home. He also wasn't expecting all the carpet gone and laying the front yard...in pieces. Which brings me to the second thing standing in the way of my DIY dreams. Jason.
Jason does not share my vision of home improvement. He is happy with the house looking normal and plain. While I am the dreamer, he is the realist. He is the one who reminds me of budget and the work involved. I like to plan it, but he is the one that has to build it. I demolish, but he has to reconstruct, and he isn't a big fan of that partnership. When I ripped out the carpet, he about had a heart attack because I didn't know that 3 or 4 dollars a square foot would translate into 1000 dollars when we laid it down. I didn't know about things like molding strips and dividers and special saws to cut it. I didn't know about backing and leveling sub floor. I didn't know that 1970's linoleum has asbestos and that it has to be professionally removed by a hazmat team or that it was glued to the sub floor. Three months later after living basically on corkboard and bad linoleum, I finally had wood flooring- laminate wood flooring because that was all the budget could cover on the spur of the moment. Jason had to work overtime to pay for it and my Dad and him rebuilt the sub floor, removed all the carpet fragments and laid all the new floor down themselves. In my defense I cooked for them and made the tea, and I was a great cheerleader of how well they were doing and bragged endlessly on how nice it looked afterward- so see it all worked out in the end ( o.k. kind of)
This is what brings me to today's DIY disaster. I am choosing to blame Pinterest because let's face it, we live in an age of blame and it isn't really my fault that Pinterest made refinishing your bathroom look so easy...and cute. Why buy a new bathroom cabinet, which would be a lot of money and work, when we can just refinish the one we have? I got a vision. I had a brainstorm and this time I let Jason in on it, but it didn't help, or change the outcome. He said it would be work, he said it would be costly, he said it was a ridiculous waste of time, but he knows that once I get the idea, it is a done deal. I ripped the cabinet apart, dismantled the doors and drawers, purchased sanding stuff, paint, primer, tape, brushes, rollers, and stain ( how much was that new cabinet again?) and now as usual, here we are a month later with a dismantled bathroom. The walls are painted, but everything else is a shambles. The cabinet has now been sanded and painted twice. Once it was antique white, but thanks to my lack of a carpentry degree, it had to be completely sanded down and started over. The frame for the mirror is not done, it had to be re- cut...twice. The contents of the drawers and cabinets are in my bedroom. The shower curtain is precariously hung in order to get us by. Jason is a testament to the saying Patience is a virtue. He hasn't said a word as I keep purchasing more paint and sand paper and tape. He patiently asks for a towel since there are no bars up to hang them on. He fishes through our bedroom looking for hairspray and deodorant and he has sanded and sanded and sanded for me since who knew that was such a hard job. Instead of an episode of BATHtastic we are an episode of Renovation Realities. We will get it done- eventually, we always do. It will look cute- eventually. I always make sure of that, but I think in the future I better stick to pinning recipes and hairstyles because Pinterest home improvement ideas just don't work in the Hartman home.