our new carpet is . . . .amazing. So, so soft. We are in heaven.
And we hope we never have to do it again for a long, long time. First there's the moving of all the furniture. Wait, didn't we just pay somebody to do this for us? And we learned the day before installation that if we wanted the carpet guys to help us move anything, we would be paying again. Enter the heavy-lifting team of Scott and Shannon! Ya, right. After the first piece of big furniture and the stark realization that I have no muscles, a brilliant idea popped into my head. I ran to Wal-mart and picked up some Super Sliders and it was smooth sliding from there on. Let's just say that I got major bonus points from Scott. We was practically bowing at my feet.
The kids thought the red carpet looked pretty cool.
There's a piano in the kitchen, the kitchen, the kitchen. There's a piano in the kitchen, and a luv sac and couch.
Dinnertime. Reminds me of when Scott and I were first married and we didn't have a dining table. Dinner was served on the carpet of our living room every night.
Scott took the day off from work to be home to help with all the stuff. But at 5pm he had to leave to attend a work dinner/function. One of those things that he really could not get out of, especially after excusing himself from 2 important meetings earlier in the day. But it was okay. I could handle this.
But as soon as Scott left I could just feel the work/activity level drop. Are we really going to do this, guys? Sluff off on the work just because the man of the house is gone?! So I tried stalking them -- making myself visible. Got the kids dressed in their pj's. Fetched the toothbrushes & toothpaste from upstairs and had them brush in the kitchen. But it didn't work.
We'd really like to go to bed, people.
Actually, they don't want to go to bed. They're loving that the stairs are covered in exposed nails and so mom has banished them to the family room & with hefty dose of Noggin.
Finally, finally, at 8pm they finished. The kids were sent to bed. Made myself comfortable in front of the tv with a bowl of warm cookies & ice cream. Oh, look there's a couch in our entry-way.
Like I said, I hope we don't ever have to do it again for a long, long time. But it's fabulous. The "other-people" smell is gone and replaced with a "new carpet" smell, which is exactly what I hoped would happen. Now we can start making this place smell like us. Not the morning breath or little boys' sheets smell. But the good Brown smell. Trust me. Although, I might still recommend staying out of the boys' room.
