August 18th-20th, 2017
Let’s REFINISH SOME FLOORS!!
Why, you ask? Why stop in the middle of a bathroom renovation to rip up some carpet and strip some floors?
Sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, causing wildly unthinking reconstruction of a building.
See that? “Wildly unthinking.” I’m not in control of my faculties. I’m not responsible for my actions. And Chris took Rowan out of town for 2 ½ days and left me unsupervised and there was no one here to stop me.
And now he will probably never leave me alone again.
He keeps saying he’s not mad, which is good, because what right does he have to be mad? I saved him the headache of living through a floor refinishing. Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass it is to live through a floor refinishing? He should be thanking me.
Never mind all the times we’ve discussed the possibility of finally finishing the rest of our floors, and getting rid of those last three vestiges of disgusting old carpet – the den/soon-to-be baby’s room, the hallway, and the stairs.
He never really said it was a bad idea. He just said things like “I don’t know if it’s worth it,” and “You’re pregnant, not right now.”
But that’s exactly the problem, guys. I’m pregnant. If these floors don’t get done now, they never will. The amount of noise and dust generated is just not kid-friendly. And any chance of ever shutting down not just one, but TWO major passageways for any period of time is about to go right out the window.
So I’m like, “It’s now or never.”
And he’s like, “How about never?”
And I’m like, “That’s not really an option.”
So I compromised. Because I am really fair like that. He had a family reunion coming up, and I said, “I’m gonna be 35 weeks pregnant, and I’m not sure I want to fly, and I definitely do not want to drive 7 hours plus rest stops for a toddler. How about if you take Rowan and I’ll stay home?”
And he said, “Okay.”
And then I waited. And I planned. And a couple of weeks later, they left on their trip, and I went into blitz mode. I spent my evening ripping up the carpet and pulling out all the nails and staples. And then I rented a drum sander and an edge sander and spent a day sanding and sanding and sanding and cleaning. And when he called to say hi I didn’t mention what I was doing. And I spent a very late night applying the stain.
First thing the next morning, I put on a coat of super-fast-drying poly. And I vacuumed and cleaned to get rid of any leftover dust. And for good measure, I did laundry. And then when he called to ask how my secret project was going (probably because it’s hard to keep something like this a secret when you’re posting progress pictures on social media), I told him it was good, that it was all done (which it wasn’t), and when he got home the next morning he’d have all the benefits of refinished floors with none of the inconvenience. And later that afternoon, I put on the second coat of super-fast-drying poly, which actually WAS the last step.
I picked them up from the airport the next morning, and I asked Chris, “Are you mad?”
To which he said, “So it’s done?”
And I was like, “Yep. Well, I still have to dispose of all the carpet. And I don’t think we should let the dogs on the floor yet, but people can walk on it. And the house smells a little bit like poly, but the windows have been open the whole time and I don’t think it’s that bad. And I’ll have to paint the risers on the stairs at some point. But yeah, it only took me 2 ½ days to do the whole thing, and the house is clean and you didn’t have to deal with any of it!!”
And then he said, “So, you didn’t work on the bathroom at all?”
It’s like he’s deliberately trying to miss the point.
The moral of the story is this: the floor in the baby’s room is done. Yay!
Unless you’re Chris, in which case the moral of the story is, Sarah started a whole new project and the bathroom still looks like this:
5 weeks to go.
Let the panic-renovation continue.