We are having our wood floors refinished. How can 7 simple word strike terror in the hearts of men and women? Just ask me. Let me share the hell that has become my life. All summer long I was home, not really doing much of anything. Home all the time. Then my husband takes a week off, not really doing much of anything, just home. Now I have a jib and a classroom and new texts that I have to look over. Now my daughter has to finish up the last day of class. Now my husband is going off to work..long days at work. NOW we are having the floors redone. I can't tell you how long I have been on my feet wrapping everything in bubble wrap, cleaning out closets, carrying boxes and lamps and furniture into the garage. Moving furniture into my daughter's room(carpeting) while she is trying to complete her final project. Moving furniture unto the bathroom - YES the bathroom (tile floor) trying to catch two wily cats and out them into the downstairs TV room (carpeted). It was all set to be a go on Tuesday but they called today and asked if they could start tomorrow. No problem. I just had to move at lightning speed. To top it off, my husband does not do well under pressure. Remember the seizure incident with my daughter, uh huh, he doesn't respond quickly to "dial 9-1-1". And he did not respond quickly to evacuate the house and pack it up by tonight.
I sit, for the time being, in my mom and dad's house(they are in Maine). I would try to explain our circumstances here but it would involve 3 level air conditioning and a television even NASA could not decipher. But it is quiet. Even better - there is a large basement where my husband will spend his evenings.
With luck on Wednesday we will be able to enjoy our new floors, I will realize it was all worth it.
Then painting in two weeks.....
