The last month has been a bit crazy, but my semester ended and I finally had time to take some photos of our beautiful wood floors.
I have a love-hate relationship with our new floors—don’t worry, it skews heavily on the love end of the spectrum. They are gorgeous. Gorgeous. I can’t believe how much they’ve elevated to look of our home. It’s a whole new house and I adore it even more, if that’s even possible.
They also make us the cleanest people on the planet. Seriously, I think I sweep every day, or at least every other day. Who knew people and dogs made so much filth?
OK… I did. I just blissfully ignored it with carpet because it wasn’t noticeable. Am I officially an adult since I sweep every day? I think so.
The downside to our floors is that I’m an overprotective freak show about them. OH MY GOD REMMY DON’T MOVE ON THE FLOORS YOU MIGHT SCRATCH THEM. BRIAN, DID YOU GET A DROPLET OF WATER ON THE FLOORS!?!?! AHHHHHHHH. PUT PROTECTIVE PADS ON ALL THE THINGS!!!
I know that will pass and the floors will wear beautifully with all of the dings and scuffs my family lovingly puts in them by living our lives in our house. But so soon? Couldn’t they stay perfect for even a day?
No. And I’ll tell you why. Because someone dropped a huge printer on the floors the day we got back in our house and put a dime-sized divot in the perfectly finished hardwoods. That was after tripping UP the stairs and dropping an end table on the floors in the hallway. Ugh, and that someone was ME.
I cried. A lot.
The other downside to the floors is that they are squeaky and I HATE noises. I can’t get mad about it, though. Our house was built in the ’60s and the floors are old. How could they not squeak? But I’m one of those people who is super sensitive to noises (thanks for sharing that trait, dad!), so I notice and it does drive me a little nuts. Turns out our crappy carpet masked a lot of those old house creaks. But what can you do? Get over it, basically. I do joke with Brian that he’s gonna come home one day and find me with the nail gun securing the floor so it doesn’t squeak. Never mind the 100+ nails, right?
Even with the squeaks and the dings, I would do it all over again. I love love love our new floors and am happy we finally agreed to do it.