While a lot of our friends are off enjoying Florida sunshine for Spring Break, my family is planted firmly in Ohio…well, as firmly as one can plant thyself when it’s raining two inches a day.
We have been using this time to catch up on doctor’s appointments and accomplish some much needed tasks around the house. You have beaches and sand? We have waiting rooms and window cleaning. So there!
Yesterday, my 12 year old daughter stumbled out of bed and declared, “We should tear out the living room carpet today.”
And because all 12 year old, sleep-deprived kids make rational declarations, I agreed.
We have been wanting to tear up the wall-to-wall carpet for years. We had it installed in 1998, before we bought our first puppy and before we had our first child. At that time it was a very light, off-white color. Because, apparently, new homeowners in their late 20’s are pretty rational too.
By the time our son was born in 2002, the carpet was looking pretty bad despite bi-annual cleaning. When our boy, the one known as Mr. Reflux, started crawling, small spots would appear everywhere from his constant battles with stomach contents. It wasn’t pretty, people.
So, yesterday, I took the advice of the 12 year old, grabbed a crowbar, pliers (oh my, the staples!), work gloves and a box cutter and went to work on our 13′ x 23′ living room carpet.
I knew there would be spots of paint on the hardwood, because when we renovated the house we painted the ceilings last and by that time we were pretty sloppy and just wanted to be done. But, despite the paint, I was pretty happy with the condition of the floor.
We started in one corner and by the time we reached the opposite corner of the room nearly six hours later, we were exhausted. My arm was so tired from slicing the carpet into strips for the trash men to take that I could barely grip anything, but we saw the light at the end of the tunnel and fought through the pain in our hands, knees and backs.
Until we tore up the last piece of carpet to find this.
And, suddenly, we weren’t seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but rather the light from the basement laundry room.
I think this looks like a good place for a plant…don’t you?