I was done making my last mosaic panel about a week before Christmas and decided to go ahead and try to get this installed before we hosted the family for the holiday. I almost killed myself getting the area prepped and everything installed while still trying to finish my holiday shopping and all the other pre-holiday stuff I needed to do. I wish I had video of my husband sitting on the floor, prybar in hand, cursing me out and saying, "HOW many more days until Christmas?" But he's not the most ambitious guy in the world. I had the job of routing out the hardwood, prepping the subfloor, installing the mud bed under the dishwasher for the floor drain, applying the underlayment and then installing the panels, the toekicks, and grouting everything. All the guy had to do was uninstall the dishwasher, help me pull some boards and nails to make the job go faster, and then reinstall the dishwasher when I was done. Geez. Some guys just don't know how lucky they have it. But at least he cleaned the house without kvetching while I was crawling on the floor yelling "Ow! My poor knees!" (Okay you guys with dirty minds. There's nothing sexy about thinset.)