a view from the floor

For weeks now, my job has been floors.
All the floors had to be fine sanded, swept, mopped, swept, stained x 2, polyurethaned, sanded and polyurethaned again x 3. It’s a huge job what hasn’t been. I only want to do the floors ONE TIME. I want them to be beautiful for as long as we live there. Do it right the first time.

During my many hours of “floors” I have solved the world’s problems. I have decided on wedding table centerpieces, I have single handedly figured out the table set up for the tent. I have practiced my worship music religiously, surely driving others in the house at the same time to utter disgust of the songs that I sing over and over and over again. The week we sang It is Well by Bethel I think I played it 1000 times. Actually it’s not stopped even though it was 2 Sunday’s ago.

I however still do not know how to wear my hair for the wedding, when I am going to find time to buy shoes for my dress and wait for it………….stain or paint the front porch floor. If we divorce it will be because of a porch floor.

I am and will forever be a control freak. I am not justifying my behavior but sometimes my family, I am sure, just rolls with it. The floors have been that time.

“Hey is there something I can do on the floors while you are at work?”

“No thank you, I’ve got it.”

“Can I do the second coat of stain on the floors tomorrow?”

“No thank you, I’ve got it.”

Ok so you get the idea. I will be doing the floors. I might not be able to stand upright when I am finished because I sit on the floor hunched over, scooting around on the softest part of me. I have also ruined 2 pairs of my shorts with this maneuver.

As of today, I have completed our Master Bedroom, the Mudroom,Mom and Dad’s bedroom and the pantry. The parlor has one coat of polyurethane with 2 more to go. Today I stained the kitchen and the family room. Tomorrow I will complete staining the family room and hopefully by Monday, poly will be complete. That leaves me the dining room, Mom and Dad’s family room and kitchen.

This is the parlor. The floors are the original oak. They are not perfect, but they are perfect if you get what I mean. I love the imperfections. See my Yeti?  Not a good place for your cup when the floors are wet.

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I have never said I was a neat stainer.

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This is the family room with one coat of stain.

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The view from the floor is looking pretty good.

thanks for reading,

Charma Dawn, the girl who took a bath in nail polish remover tonight.

About abandonedocala

Christ Follower πŸ’œ Wife πŸ’œ Mom πŸ’œ Grandmom (BB is my name). πŸ’œRescued and Restored a 114 year old farmhouse. Isaiah 54:7
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