#Slice2013 - 4 of 31

Second verse, same as the first!

Tonight The Husband and I tried once more to get those crazy bedroom floors squeaky clean. Well, okay. He tried, I offered help, he got frustrated, and I left him scraping goo and got out my paintbrush.

Painting is very therapeutic, you guys! I finished another half of a wall when he finally came out of his grumpy cave to discuss our serious floor issue. It went a little something like this:

The Husband (TH): This is impossible! I hate floors! Nothing works! I'm going to burn the house down!*

Me (M): I feel we should reassess what is really going on here, and also that you may be acting slightly over-dramatic.


M: Um. I could do the floors and you can paint? Also, stop whining.

TH: That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard! I will do it!

M: Okay, so do it and stop being grumpy.

TH: (stomp stomp stomp stomp)

Half an hour later, he came back and stood quietly in the living room.

M: Sooo... the floors.

TH: Do not discuss that which shall not be named.

*I should probably add a disclaimer that this is highly paraphrased and possibly embellished for dramatic effect... also, isn't it totally believable how much calmer I was than The Husband? I'm pretty cool that way.

At this point, I cleaned up the paint supplies and we headed back to the apartment. The Husband was silent the whole way home, and when The Husband is silent, I know we have problems. I told him I had to stop at the grocery store on the way back, but really it was just a ruse to get him into Home Depot. I'm not sure if it's just because he can cut up in there with the guys, and honestly I don't care what it is, but he always feels better after we run our current situation by them.

Sure enough, our good friends Jasen and Mike (I'm not sure they consider us good friends, but after the way they helped make The Husband feel better about our wacky floors, I feel like I should buy them a pizza or something) talked us through the next phase of getting the-floors-which-shall-not-be-named into stain-happy condition!

And that phase is: giant rolling floor grinder thingy! I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about getting a big power tool in this room that has made my husband so angry and letting this floor know who is boss. Say goodbye, carpet glue! Your time is up!

Once the grinding is done, we'll wash and vacuum a few times to make sure it sparkles, and then I finally get to attack the floor with some stain. I'm hoping to achieve a harlequin pattern with small paint border in the Littles' room. The paint border should hide the mismatched concrete colors where we filled nail holes from tack strips. To see the look I'm going for, you can check out this great DIY guide. My colors will be very different, however. But I'll show you that when I'm done! I'm a little nervous about making my lines straight without any feathering over of colors, but I really want this floor. The Bigs' floor with be much simpler! We're just doing a semi-transparent stain in a dark color to help achieve the urban feel I want in that room. Maybe I should do their room first, just to get acclimated to using stain.

Either way, I feel like we're on track again. I just hope our Home Depot bff's are right!


  1. Brave! I read all things BRAVE in this post! Staying calm while TH is not. A DIY project that looks like it came straight out of something solely for the Rich and Famous. Taking time to blog amidst all else that you are accomplishing. Well done, Kelly! :) Thanks for sharing. I am glad you stopped by my blog and that I have found you!

  2. Thanks so much! I'm glad you came by and I appreciate the encouragement. :)

  3. Kelly,
    I remember following your posts last year as I enjoy the voice of your writing. This post cracked me up. I'd sure like to read this same story written my your husband. Anyway, I'm sure the two of you will eventually win the battle with the floor. There are plenty of big power tools in this world to make us stronger than we appear. If you have any trouble, Jasen and Mike are ready to help.

    Good luck,