Jack was a great helper! (Mommy too.) And yes, I have dress socks on with my wind pants. On laundry day, anything goes! And on construction weekend...hold on tight 'cause this house is bananas...B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
We lived like scum for a few days. On the back of the couch, you might notice folded laundry. Classy. You can also see that the floor underneath the carpet was hardwood. I considered refinishing it, but after closer inspection, we realized it was a lost cause and the days of toil and strife spent revitalizing it would only serve to make it less nasty.
Not sure what the point is, but here's a picture of our mess. The CD player on the fireplace was improvised and I listened to the musical stylings of Matchbox Twenty for hours. It was lovely. Quite lovely.
After two days straight of flooring, it was necessary for Jack and Dex to perform CPR on Dad. I had been working steadily on the floor at this point for 23 hours and my hands, knees, back, eyes, feet, toes, fingers, rump, neck and spleen were killing me. I put in another 8 hours today and finished the laminate. But wait, there's more...
Jack agrees that optical safety is a major priority. We played a lot of games with the safety spectacles. He would insist I put them on, then I'd say 'take me to your leader' and he'd laugh. (I think it was because I looked H-O-T! And with three days of facial growth and sawdust in my hair, I think that's a given.)
Another big mess, and at the bottom right, is that tile? Yes, it is. We tiled the entry. And it's spectacular! Even spectacularer in person really!
Jack begs for food scraps while I re-think my life for a second. I had to stand up for a few minutes for fear that I might never stand again if I didn't. Ya know...
Getting there. About 3/4 done with the living room lammy and half done with the tile. Still have the hallway to do and grouting of the tile. Then I'm going straight to the insane asylum (I'll meet Stacey Hedger there; see previous post)! Oh, and can I just mention that I had nary a single mental meltdown of any sort this whole weekend? That's something to write home about. In fact, I enjoyed myself and would have had even more fun if my body weren't so stinking sore.
And just in case you're wondering. That IS our television set in the middle of the kitchen table. Wicked classy. That thing weighs probably about 3 tons so it's good that our kitchen table is tough. My back though? Not so much...
This is a picture of what the porceilan tile looks like at the door. I learned how to lay tile this weekend...whodathunkit? We did the tile work while Jack slept because the banging of the laminate was a bit much for Sleepy McDreamerson.
Nearing the end. Jack is thinking about how quickly Dad will be able to say 'NO' if he reaches down to pick up any of the assorted dangers on the floor. This might not have been his favoritest weekend ever. Actually, I take that back. He had a blast.
Look at that room now! We need rugs and the baseboards aren't in yet, but Gramps Jer and Grammy Tami are coming next weekend to lend me a much-needed hand there! What do you think? And that spot in the far corner? That's the tile all cut and laid. The grout will be done on Wednesday by yours truly.
Spiffy. We're so pleased and I am so proud of my handiwork. I remember just four years ago my grandma gave me a hammer as a gift for our couples wedding shower because she figured I didn't have one...she was right... How do ya like me now?!
(And I used that hammer this weekend. Thanks, Grandma Cutie Pants!)
Have you ever seen such beauty in all your life? Once the grout is done, the framework just pops right in! Thanks, Menards (for draining my finances)!