Something has been bothering me for quite awhile now. And the time for action has come.
We’ve been covering up a problem. In the meantime, it’s only gotten worse.
Nearly exactly two years ago, I wrote this post about our floor. Since then, the cracks have only spread. But flooring doesn’t come cheap. And we’re the kind who like to simmer on an important decision for a long time, then finally get fed up one day and spring into action.
But I’m also the kind of wife who likes to pile on.
I mean, if we’re going to do the floor, shouldn’t we get on that painting project we’ve been meaning to do for the past 5 years now?
So, instead of just clearing out the whole first floor of our house for the installation crew, now we’re painting, too. (And when I say we, I mean Daddy. Because we’re still in that divide-and-conquer stage of the game in which one of us has to supervise/distract the children if we’re actually going to get anything done.)
The children are not pleased. Their toys are crammed upstairs in every nook and cranny. It’s boring.
But when it’s done, it will be beautiful!