It is finished.
My new, beloved hardwood floor-- finished. At 12:05 a.m. on Thursday night, to be exact.
I don't know how my kids slept through all that banging, the sounds of all the movies we listened to on tv while we worked ("Last of The Mohicans", "Commando", and "Enter The Dragon"-- it was like Jeffro's favorite lineup of movies. It was crazy coincidental).
Do ya want a before and after?
No. I won't do it. I have my pride.
Do ya know what the moral of the story is to all this? Oh. Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway.
When I wanted to buy this house, and the mommy-o walked through, all she had to say was, "I love the house. But I don't know about that carpet. . ."
Over and over she said that. "Hmm. . . that carpet. . . I don't know. . ."
I'd have bought the house anyways 'cause I love it that much, but, BUT! Moral: Listen to your mommy-o. Unless she tells you you look adorable in hammer pants and a matching shirt. Then you can disregard that.
I want to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! to the mommy-o and the daddy-o for coming over and getting me started on this massive project.
And for not laughing at my awkwardness when I first started with the nailer. And for cleaning my nasty kitchen.
Can I just say a couple things before I absolutely humiliate myself with the before shots?
First- there are few times in my home-owning life that I've felt this beat-- this absolutely worked-- this "I don't want to do one more project as long as I live" type feeling. I'm sure it will last for about 2 more days.
And second? I finally feel like my house is clean. Like it is possible to make my main floor look sanitary. And it's a miracle.
Alright, alright. Let's see that carpet, just one.more.time. (Don't forget the longer title of this carpet: "The Carpet Satan Reserves For Bad Moms In Hell").
All I have to say is,
Can, um, anyone tell where the sofa might have been??
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Hello! I'm right here! I can hear what you're saying! Alright. This shame fest is over. Let's get to the good stuff.
Makes my old hardwood look a little lackluster, to be frank.
I think I'll leave the space open for a while. You know, maybe use it as my own, personal, dance studio.
'Cause I've got moves you've never seen.