I know I do.
Michael still hasn't finished our flooring project. Apparently replacing the baseboard isn't titillating enough. Seems like the appropriate time to divert his attention and tear out the laundry room floor instead.
Granted, the floor is hideous, it barely supports the weight of our washer and dryer, and the entire house rumbles during the spin cycle.
But still...the baseboards.
Nevermind, the laundry room floor it is.
First he tore up the floor. Then he added more joists, then he laid self-leveling compound, and then he tiled the whole thing. I stood by and nagged him to hurry up and get it done. Laundry was piling up!
And I painted the walls. (I promptly remembered that I hate painting walls.)
You're welcome.
But, don't she look purdy?
And it doesn't feel like our house will tumble down during the spin cycle. Success!
Now, if only he'd rehang the laundry room doors...
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