Impulsive

Taylor says I'm impulsive and it's true. I got the crazy idea to refinish my hardwood floors. Myself. So what do I do? Go to Budget Home Center and rent a 150-lb floor sander. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? Of course not. Meanwhile, Taylor is on a 3-day backpacking trip with the scouts. He came home Saturday morning to a very dusty house and a stripped-up kitchen floor. I didn't hear him come in (the sander is loud) and I smiled and said, "Are you mad?" and he said, "No." But when he got out of the shower he said maybe that's not exactly what he wanted to come home to after camping 3 days. I didn't finish and now I see this was (and will be) a really huge project. I lay in bed this morning hoping that maybe I just dreamt I sanded the floor and that I'd wake up to my old floor. Not so. It's kind of like the time I decided to retile the upstairs bathroom. I went to a class at the Home Depot and the next day I bashed out the shower walls. Then I wondered what on earth I had gotten myself into. But, one thing at a time, I (with Taylor's help for the hardy-backer) finished the project and now have a beautifully tiled bathroom, if I do say so myself. Hopefully the same will be true of my hardwood floor.