It started like such a normal day......I'm going to work out, then go shopping, Mandy's got the day off & she's at the zoo with Collin's (her son) class (of course Eva gets to go).
Tom has a project he wants to tackle while we're out of the house & we talk about it before I leave, I (of course) have a couple of suggestions on how he can do his project "differently" than he planned.
There is a small section of the kitchen floor that is not level and needs to be "smoothed out". This needs to occur before the floor is cleaned, the self-leveler applied, etc., etc.. He has talked to a couple of companies that rent power tools (not sounding good), has it all figured out-we're good to go! So I leave, but not before I once more add my two sense. "Maybe some nails for the sheet for your using for a tent over the area will help contain the flying concrete shards as you're leveling the floor??" Of course he already thought of it...so I leave....
I come home from working out,(now mind you,I'm not gone more than 90 min) plan on taking a shower & leaving, when I notice my foot prints on the floor in the foyer???? There seems to be an unusually thick coat of dust on the floor.... As I walk into the kitchen a bit perplexed, I see my once cute husband, covered in concrete dust, along with everything else in the kitchen, and the pantry, and the dining room, and the office, and "The Martha Room", and the bathrooms and our bedroom and our walk-in closet, and-Well you get the idea.... you see before he decided that he needed to saw thru the concrete in the kitchen floor, his plan was to collect his tools & make his tent....it never crossed his mind to close doors, never thinking to contain the concrete dust or that it would be so bad.
As I stood in our kitchen, knowing I wasn't going shopping, looking at the mess, knowing he didn't do it intentionally, he really did not think it was going to be that bad, I stood there with tears running down my face 'cause I didn't know where to start, knowing that you can't just wash away concrete dust cause it scratches ( & we have all these new corian counter tops) and it all has to be vacuumed first before you can wipe it down and I have to start from the top & work my way down and knowing he really does feel bad,
I was still going to hurt him if he didn't get the hell out of the house.
I am not the all forgiving, easy going woman you think I am.
This man was going to come to some serious harm if he didn't get out of the house....now.
Yes, some of it did get cleaned up, the foyer was first so it didn't keep getting tracked thru, the kitchen was next, I started at the top of the "auction" cabinets (which are 8 ft high) and worked my way down, I am slowly working my way thru the rest of the house. I did let Tom in thru the front door when he came home that night, he did after all have a Peace offering of steak & lobster tail,I was too damn tired to eat then, but we enjoyed the next night.
If we've made it this far, I'm thinking this marriage is meant to last! Can't wait to see what's around the next corner.....