floored

Ninety minutes before kickoff, I decide to lift up a corner of the carpet in my room. It wasn’t the first time I’d peaked at the honey-stained floorboards underneath. The vacuum pulls it at weekly, and then some. But I’ve never pulled it back this far. I was floored at what I lay underneath.

At this point, there was no turning back. Dingy carpet or beautiful hardwood floor? No brainer. Right? I could only hope that the rest of the floor was in as good of shape as the section I’d uncovered.

Immediately, I got on my phone and retrieved a few how-to’s from my brother. Then, got ready for YaYa’s game. As soon as the game was over, we headed to the local hardware store for a few supplies. Then I got busy.

Stopping only for bio-breaks and bites of food, I worked right up ’till midnight. I slept in BoBo’s room and got up before sunrise. This was when I realized my clothes were barricaded by the pieces of my bed. Where my bed normally goes sat the furniture which normally lines the far wall. With the extra time I had at my disposal, I resumed my efforts charged to free my clothes on time for the workday.

By sun up, the whole of my body ached, but I was smiling because this is how my room looked.

There’s still a bit more to go. I have an adjoining office that would look pretty shabby with a ragged carpet edge defining the two spaces. That, however, I’ll save for another day.