Lately we’ve been watching HGTV. The problem is that those shows give me all kinds of ideas from, “Oh, we should buy a house in Portugal” (uh, huh) to “I can remodel my own bathroom. How hard can it be?” (This is the point where M reminds me that the cat tree we built leans thirty degrees to the left. But only when you look at it from the side.)

Anyway, the real problem with HGTV, other than seeing how badly I need some divine designing, is that it was the final push we needed to convince us to have our floors redone. Really, the day we moved into this house, I told M that I couldn’t set foot in the door unless he promised we would some day banish the carpet from downstairs. Years later, finally, the day came.

First of all, let me say I volunteered to lay the floors. The cat tree was brought up (again) and the flammable properties of polyurethane were extolled. So I changed my mind. Instead, we started moving out of our downstairs. Everything had to go, even the fridge. Even us.

So, you can imagine, we were a bit preoccupied with moving out, packing up, wondering if our cabinets were going to get full of sawdust, trying to plan out the next five days (we can barely plan five minutes ahead of time)…

Next thing we knew, Little Man was screaming and holding his forehead. He had cut it on the corner of the kitchen island, trying to jump higher than a balloon. After assessing the damage, including whether or not it needed stitches, we bandaged him up, calmed everyone down, and went back to moving furniture.

Until thirty minutes later. This time, we turned around to see Little Man crying and saying “owowowowowowwwww!” He had decided he wanted “musgek” (known to enunciating adults as “music”) and tried to plug in some speakers. He couldn’t get the plug all the way in the wall, so he decided to touch the metal that was already half-way in the socket. It did not go well. Try explaining electric currents to a three-year-old.

One day later, finally every room was empty. Not to be thwarted, Little Man found a broom somewhere, rammed it into the wall (why?!) and impaled himself in the groin.  I mean, really.

And we were worried about CC. Sigh.  :/

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