Look what we’re doing!
If you can see past the spots on the lens, we are ripping up the carpet in our living room. We’ve obviously left the necessities – my hubby’s chair and the tv. My beloved couch has been moved to our bedroom. Thankfully I’ve been working nights, so by the time I get home, he is in bed, and I can use his chair for couch time.
The carpet has lived through 4 children, a dog, and a cat. Towards the end of its life, when we knew we would be replacing it soon, we really let it go. If we spilled a drink – oh well. If the cat spit up – oh well. When the dog spewed bone chunks in huge piles, well, we did clean that up – gross! But the stains they left behind encouraged us to finally take the plunge and order the new flooring.
We’re doing the work ourselves. I’ve never been one to shy away from physical activities. We built our house in 1998. I was 7 months pregnant with our 4th child and due in September. The house we were living in sold very quickly, so we ended up moving into my dad’s little house with the 3 boys ages 5, 3 and 18 months, and our dog at the time. We had one bathroom to share among all of us. I was the “contractor” of our new house: getting quotes from everyone, lining up the dates and making sure people were doing what they were supposed to be when they were supposed to be. The boys and I would spend our days at the construction site – them playing on the dirt piles with their trucks, me cracking the whip at the guys as my belly grew bigger and bigger. I was determined to be in the house before our 4th child was born. Our evenings were spent cleaning up the wood scraps, and the drywall pieces so the guys could spend their time building. I had no problem lugging pieces of drywall to the garage, or carrying scraps of wood to the burn pile. Our tenacity paid off. We moved in on my due date, and three days later our little girl was born.
I rested a while (two years :)), then landscaped the perimeter of our house. Shoveling rocks and all!
So anyway, I have nothing against a little hard work. But these little buggers gave me a workout. You’d think my legs would be strong from running, but staying in a catcher’s position for over an hour while pulling out the staples uses some muscles I didn’t really know I had.
As we pulled up the carpet and padding, the animals became more and more leery of being in the room. The cat doesn’t like the feel of the plywood on his paws. The dog is sad that she’s running out of soft places to lay.
I worked around her as long as I could, but eventually this piece had to come up too. 😦
The hardwood we are putting in is pretty easy to install from my understanding. We’re putting it in the dining room, living room, and our bedroom. Guess we’ll need to buy a rug or soft bed for the dog so that she stays happy, but I think her ball chasing days around the living room furniture are over. She definitely doesn’t like running on slick surfaces.
Then again, if she decides to get into some bones again, the mess will be a lot easier to clean up!
I’ll be sure to post some after pictures, but don’t hold your breath. It may be a long time coming.