Things have been a bit crazy around here lately. We had to move all our downstairs furniture out so we could have the floors sanded and varnished, a job that was well overdue following our recent plumbing problems. On top of that we had to move out to my parents' house (half an hour away) for two nights while it was done.
We arrived back home three days later to find dust EVERYWHERE even though we'd covered everything with cling wrap and drop sheets. Cling wrap keeps sawdust out really well BTW. Worse still, there were gaps between the floorboards that looked terrible. I rang the sanders and they said they would fill the gaps and do another coat of varnish the next day. OMG more sanding and another coat of varnish when we'd just moved back home and I'd spent the entire day cleaning up sawdust.
I couldn't face moving out of the house again, so I devised a plan involving a ladder up to our balcony so we could climb up to bed! Needless to say, the boys thought this was the best idea ever!
The ladder actually worked fantastically well, although it was a bit precarious climbing over the balcony railing, especially in the dark! I also lost count of the number of times I told the boys they were not allowed to go up/down it right now. Later the next day we were able to walk on the floors again and, after a busy weekend, we are almost back to normal.
Unfortunately, the moving to my parents' house and general excitement about the ladder played havoc with the sleep patterns of JJ (almost 7 years old) and he woke me up numerous times at night while the general chaos of the floors was taking place. I eventually had a Serious Talk with him about it. A bit later, he gave me this:
He was slightly puzzled by the teary-eyed, very squeezy bear hug he received in response.
Now, there's just one more Serious Talk I need to have...no more of this now the floors have been done!!