It's A Windy View: Floors Galore

Having survived painting our kitchen cabinets, I was positive that I would never experience that amount of anxiety again in this DIY kitchen overhaul.

Boy, was I wrong.

Handy Man and I really didn't want to have to address our kitchen floors for a few more years. Let's face it, our kids are wonderful but they are horrible, horrible little monsters when it comes to nice things. They are especially hard on our hardwood floors. I can not count the number of times I have seen them drag chairs or toys across the floor leaving wonderful scratches. As much as I was over my honey oak floors, I am pretty sure that Handy Man's head would rotate eight times before exploding the first time they scratched the freshly refinished floors.

Unfortunately, when Handy Man and I removed the old kitchen island, we were left with no other choice than to refinish the floors. The previous owners had made some kind of repair to the floors while they owned the home and there was a huge saw line in the hardwood and a couple holes.

We were now forced to get them refinished. Secretly, I was really excited because I knew everything would be finished this year and I could finally just sit back and enjoy.

Good bye honey oak forever!

On a Monday morning, the kids and I were anxiously waiting for the floor guy to arrive. They had front row seats and were really excited.

Mr Moose looked a little more nervous and scared. I think I was somewhere in between.

Floor Guy arrived and got started right away on the floor repairs.

As much as we all wanted to hover over him and watch the show, his tools were SO LOUD!

We found ourselves holed up in the master bedroom the rest of the day. For the next four days we lovingly calling my bedroom our motel room.

Sneaking out for a peak every so often, I was a little freaked out to find even more holes! (Please let Floor Guy know what he is doing!)

After he had finished with the patch, Floor Guy started sanding an area right in the middle of the room.

Before I knew it he was bringing in different cans of stain and it was color sample time.

Here is where the anxiety started to rise. I became completely overwhelmed. After he had stained four color choices, he looked up at me and asked so matter-of-factly, "Which one?"

Ummmmmmmm I. Do. Not. Know.....

Where is Handy Man when I need him? My mom? Phone-a-friend?

The guy just stood there looking at me while I looked at the swatches. He wanted a decision. Ohhhh the pressure! ~~Phone~~ Text-a friend it is! I took a few photos and started texting every living person I knew and asked them, "Which one????" The floor poll was uneventful. Literally, feedback was a four-way-tie.

Note to self: Do NOT poll these people if I ever make it on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.

Handy Man tried not to be too annoyed when I started texting hims Pinterest screen shots and indecisive ramblings. But you know he was.

Ohhhhh the pressure.

Floor guy (still) staring at me... Text poll all over the place.... ohhhhhhh the pressure.

So, I said in my most cool and confident voice, "Let's go with the Jacobean."

I walked out of the room and felt relief... for about 45 seconds. I then returned to the living room and started hovering over the swatches and began taking 4765928630 photos from all angles of the room., calculating and considering lighting. Questioning how the Jacobean would look paired next to my existing wall color that I secretly loved, was not married to, but secretly loved.

ohhhhh the pressure.

I walked out of the room again.

Five minutes later, I was texting Handy Man again, "Are you sure we should go with the Jacobean. Do you think the darker color will shrink our floors. Make our house look too dark or drab?"

I could sense Handy Man's patience had (really) expired.

I needed just one more look at the swatch samples...

And behold, Floor Guy was staining the floors Jacobean!!! The only time I wanted him to not work so fast, maybe take that lunch break.

Small heart palpitations. Elevated blood pressure.

So, I stood there and just stared at the freshly stained spots behind the fridge and stove. I noticed Floor Guy looking at me. He was probably thinking, "This housewife is going to change her mind and make be sand the stain off. I just know it."

I refused to allow myself to become "that woman" and I smiled appreciatively and exited to my motel room. Again. For the sixteenth time.

Going with Jacobean.
Jacobean it is.
Yep...

Floor Guy started sanding the rest of the floors. Mr Blue Eyes was fascinated. He watched Floor Guy all day long. At least someone was enjoying this experience.