Little Chicago Bungalow

Last Saturday night we had a romantic date to Home Depot = awesome. I started scratching off goo and paint from the windows. Time spent on each window = 2 hours. Adam ripped up more dog-pee-stained-carpet from the attic in which I could hear him cursing from downstairs.

From then to this week is a blur. Adam pulled his groin hauling ass carpet to the alley so he skipped yoga and prepared for floor sanding by taping up all the electrical sockets and 20+ canned lights. Both sets of parents saw the house + Mrs. Neill saw the house: don’t know what order or when. Did I say it’s a blur?

Above are the floors prior to staining. Electric outlets + ceiling lights are wrapped as a protection from sawdust.

Tuesday: Jenny and Matt convinced me to get my floors done professionally. Got three estimates, 2 from Polish men named Stanley, one of whom got the job. They started sanding Friday and will be done on Wed. I found Stanley from Angie’s List.

Friday: rented a carpet shampooer and bought an ice pick. Adam cleaned the basement carpet while I deiced the sidewalks. For breaks we swooned over the newly sanded and dark stained floors. I did laundry which was a mistake because I learned the return vent is in the living room which was the main room being stained. The result: fumed smelling clothes. Gross.

Saturday: warm! 9am jog with the girls. They did 3 miles with me like there wasn’t any winter break. While Adam continued to shampoo the carpet in the basement, I shoveled a winter’s worth of snow from the front of the garage door. Our next door neighbor Miguel and his daughters took pity on me and kindly helped me finish the job. Did I mention that our garage is lower than grade + invested with rats = melting snow was flooding into the garage, mixing with rat feces then flooding back out into the alley? I had no choice but to move the snow away from the garage. By the end of the job I wanted to bleach my skin and burn my clothes.