I detest the kitchen floor. I hate the kitchen floor. I don't want to wash it. I want to rip it up with my bare hands and a crow bar, which if I knew what to do, I would do. But we have to move the stove. To where? The Fridge. Good grief, where? And the tables and chairs. And the....yada, yada, yada. I wish we could afford to have a professional do it. Especially to get the molding back onto the baseboards. Lots of stupid short bits. Especially as there is at least two layers of floor. We can barely afford the floor tiles.
Needless to say, I didn't wash the floor today.
2 comments :
Icky floors are a pain in the ... neck. Try not to focus on the icky floor (remember what happened with the small spot on the hardwood floor that needed attention last Cure -- that became a *lot* of work!!!) Just get out the mop, swab the deck, and go to something that's more fun. Like trying to think of a spot in the house where you've never sat, and sit there for 10 minutes, contemplating life. (I may go sit in the storage room... Except there's still stuff in/on the rocking chair...)
I agree with Smallcitybeth for the time being. Ordinarily, I would go for ripping up the floor NOW, but you have a bad cold. There's a real risk that someone will come home to find you passed out at the edge of a completely ripped-up floor, clutching a crowbar and wondering what just happened.
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