Floored!

I'm not doing too well with posting OR commenting lately, so forgive me. I feel like I'm running out of creative steam for the year. But rest assured, my mojo will return. Firstborn's last day of school is tomorrow, and for two weeks, I will have the alarm turned off and I'll be enjoying that extra cup of coffee in my pyjamas in the morning. Unless Rosemary's Baby has other plans. And he probably does.

So, in lieu of a proper post, here's a glimpse at what I've been up to this week. Any longtime follower of my blog knows that Rosemary's Baby has a history of poo incidents. And by history, I mean dating up until this past Tuesday. But it's gotten a lot better.

Back in the summer, I lost my temper and decided it was just more hygienic to remove the carpet from his basement bedroom. For the next 4 months or so, his room looked like this:

Well, okay, not exactly like this. I forgot to take a "before" picture until I was a couple of rows of tile into the flooring project. But you get the idea.

Anyway, I finally rolled up my sleeves and decided to do the job. I had to clean the floors and prime the concrete, and then I put down vinyl plank flooring, which is exactly like the sticky vinyl tile (the only flooring I have the skills to attempt on my own), except that it comes in strips to give the illusion of hardwood. Brilliant! I had few problems getting this job done in one afternoon while Rosemary's Baby was babysat by Scooby Doo (worst mother EVER!).

Here's the final result:

I'm very pleased, and Rosemary's Baby has not yet pulled it all up, which is a good sign. Disasters usually strike within the first 24 hours, so we may be safe!

And now that I've accomplished this, I'm feeling motivated to tackle the eleventy million other jobs that need doing around here, starting with the dining room walls. So if you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know I'm in my sweats trying to peel green and gold wallpaper from 1967.

Either that, or I'm watching Scooby Doo.