We're finally past the tearing apart stage and now we're putting things back together.
Boys' first time painting with a roller.
Before tile.
We got to cut some funky floor pieces.
And here's the finished floor. It was a literal pain in the neck to put in... I haven't been able to bend or turn my head for the last five days. I finally went to a chiropractor and after two hours of trying to loosen up my muscles enough to do that neck pop thing, he said he'd never seen anything like it and gave up. Ha! Well, thank goodness for Ibuprofen.
We moved in the day after we put in the floor. The kids are supposed to be unpacking their rooms. They know what needs to be done... it's not their first rodeo. They aren't in a hurry to get their stuff though, when there are other cool things to distract them.
I actually have a pretty functional kitchen! A few tables, fridge, shelves, dishes, dishwasher, sink, dining table, toaster, microwave, oven, griddle. We thought we'd barbecue, but... snow! Ha-- talk about January 99th.
We're pretty sure we've gotten all the nails out of the floor. We'll finish putting in the vinyl when the cabinets are in. So far, I'm not really missing them. The cabinet guy said April 29th, but I'm not holding my breath. When he came to pick up a trim piece to measure with, he noted that we were already living in the house. I was all ready to tell him it wasn't actually that bad, when he told me how as a child his family lived in a little house with no plumbing, no electricity, and no shingles while his dad was very sick for four years. They lived off only what they grew in their garden. I told him I hope he'll write a memoir. And his story worked-- I'm that much more grateful for my plumbing and electricity. And Costco. :D
