Well, I, For One, am Completely Floored!

“No new projects at the moment. There are restrictions to how much I can take on. And I need to finish those that I am committed to do before thinking ahead. But I'd rather they take final shape before we talk of them.” ~Amitabh Bachchan

“The way to push things through to a finish effectively must be learned.” ~William Frederick Book

“There are two kinds of people, those who finish what they start and so on.” ~Robert Byrne

And the crowd goes wild …

I could go on and on about how it took me five weekends, and then some, to install my laminate. I could rant about the baseboards that fit better before they came off the wall than they did going back on, or pout because there are still five small pieces that I cannot seem to locate. I could bend your ear about reducer boards that don’t fit like they propose to or the fact that the whole idea of snap-together flooring means that one, hypothetically, should not have to utilize wood glue. I could choose to whine about the relationship between my hacking cough and the insane amount of sawdust in my garage or the (obligatory) hammer-smashed fingers.

But, I won’t. Because that would just be annoying.

First of all, let me say that kids are amazingly sound sleepers. You would think that repeatedly hammering on the outside of the wall to their rooms would bring them to consciousness, but no. Not so much.

That said, much to my husband’s chagrin, I determined to finish the floor last night. And I did. (Well mostly, but I won’t go there. Let’s just say it’s done.) This morning the kids and I celebrated. I celebrated being “done” and the kids celebrated that their mom was released from an all-consuming task.

(Don’t enjoy the revelry too much, guys. Think: caulk, paint, …)

Thank you to all of you who loaned me power tools, encouraged me, gave advice and suggestions, left inspiring comments, asked me (repeatedly) about my floors, and just overall gave me a good-natured hard time. You are truly, um ... gifts.

So, come on over and have a look.

Oh, and the broom is in the garage; feel free to sweep up the confetti while you’re here. I’m going to take a nap.