Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Upside down. My life has been turned.
Incomplete sentences they are, but right now I'm not sure I feel capable of complete sentences.
Last week Doug decided that we absolutely had to get new floors in our downstairs (minus the family room) NOW. It was something he had talked about but it was really just talk..."someday I would really like to have wood floors in here."
When my husband decides something needs to be done, he doesn't stop until it's done. Which is good...sometimes. But he is not always very pleasant about how he goes about getting the job done (yes, I am complaining). Everything else in the house comes to a halt, and when he needs me or one of the kids to do something, he means drop what you're doing and do it now. And he raises his voice a lot. The kids look to me like "what did I do?" and the pets are in a state of confusion.
So our house has been turned upside down. We brought the wood home today in boxes -- 31 of them. The furniture is in the middle of the room or moved to another room entirely. Yesterday I packed up most of the contents of the china cabinet and today I finished the china cabinet and the kitchen island. Tomorrow I have to pack up two pantries. We have a lot of stuff. I love having my mother's china and stemware, and my mother-in-law's stemware and serving dishes, but they sure were a lot to pack up! And I think I could feed a small third world country with the contents of two pantries.
Doug has started tearing out the baseboards and the edges of the carpet to get to the tack strips. It's a huge job. In the kitchen he will have to tear out baseboards and toe kicks and the laminate floor.
On Monday, a professional installer will come and lay the floor in three days. I am hoping by the end of the next week everything will be right-side-up. In the meantime I might be MIA.
But I promise to come back with that post on Call the Midwife...soon.