Poor Caitlin threw up twice before 8 today. I believe it was just due to bad congestion (I will spare you the phlegmy details.) She’s asleep on the couch after watching movies all morning and seems fine. Our house now smells cleaner than it has in months…a mixture of Lysol, bleach, and Murphy’s Oil Soap. There’s nothing like a nasty bout with germs to make you clean like a maniac and wonder when exactly, if ever, was the last time you washed the dust ruffle on your bed and your child’s bed? And also, your dust ruffle will not spontaneously combust if you wash it in cold water on the gentle cycle despite the Dry Clean Only label. This Indian Summer picture perfect weather we’re having in Nashville is perfect for hanging out such special laundering all white trash like on the patio.
So here’s the world’s most boring inquiry. Do you prefer hardwood floors or carpet? We have the original oak hardwood floors in every room of our house except for the bathrooms and den and downstairs dog lair, which was originally the two-car garage but is now an all-purpose sort of playroom/dogroom/place where we put all the crap we don’t have a place for since we don’t have a garage (like our bike trailer and bikes). The berber carpet in the den, while I thought was a sound choice when we chose it five years ago with it’s “oatmeal” color scheme, has seen better days. In fact there are days I’d like to rip it up and put in astroturf. Eventually I wouldn’t mind replacing the fugly vinyl floor in our kitchen as well as the berber carpet in the den with hardwood flooring, but there’s a part of me that likes carpet in the den because that’s the room we use the most besides the kitchen and it’s nice to plop down on a carpeted floor. And if we put in hardwoods in the den will they even be able to match the original hardwood floors in the hallway or is it going to look weird? Decisions, decisions. I can mentally spend money that we don’t currently have budgeted for remodeling like it’s nobody’s business. Our darn dishwasher is on the fritz, though, which I believe is a result of Amelia’s constant tinkering with the control panel and our microwave has a crack in the door so I think appliances are going to suck dry any money I might dream of allocating toward flooring…damn modern conveniences we can’t live without. I mean who needed a microwave or dishwasher a hundred years ago? Now excuse me while I nuke my lunch.