What's Going On
Things have been happening underfoot,
and by that I mean literally under our feet.
A couple months ago, hubby decided to do something about our
upstairs floors, which were badly in need of help.
We decided to sand, stain and seal the ugly painted wood.
Sounds good in theory, but my advice to you is:
Never do this if you are living in the house.
|Before and after|
When I say "we", I mean my husband; this was his project
and he did all the work with some help from our son.
It was nasty, stinky, dusty work, but they did a great job.
I have to say, the first two rooms turned out awesome.
The trouble is, the room that's left is my office/creative space.
I've begged, argued, procrastinated, used logic,
and threatened to get them to leave my space alone.
After all, you can barely even see the floor in there.
What a waste of all that work!
But I have finally run out of arguments,
and I will be packing up all of this and more
by the end of the week and putting it . . . somewhere else.
This includes my computer. I'm hoping I will still
be able to visit blogs etc., but it's going to seriously curtail
any attempt at artsy-type work (or play).
Ugh, I imagine I'll find some stuff I didn't even know I had.
Plus, in a cruel twist of fate,
the stairs to my bedroom on the third floor
are inside this room, and it's the only way to get up there.
I'll be losing my bedroom, bathroom, and office/art room
all at the same time. The first rooms were off-limits
for about two weeks. I feel almost homeless!
Alright, chin up and quit whinging and whining.
Better go find some boxes . . .