Elizabeth and I are up pretty early this morning. I'm still having trouble sleeping, and my new radical plan is---wait for it---to get up and go to bed at a consistent time each day. Wake-up time is going to be the time Paul gets up for work, also known as "Dumpster-slam JAM!" in our neighborhood (5:30).
So this explains why I am sitting here with my under-eye bags perched on my cheek-tops, drinking instant orange-flavored cappuccino (predominant flavor still "instant coffee") and feeling sullen. It does not explain why Elizabeth is up, walking up and down the stairs and singing TMBG's Never Go to Work. Elizabeth doesn't like to miss out on any action, so she's got some sort of monitoring device on me that woke her up just as I sat down with my mug, thinking, "Well, it'll be fun to play on the computer for awhile, anyway."
Er, not that every moment with her isn't a treasure and a joy. But at 5:30 a.m. I'm scheduled to be treasuring the beauty of her eyelashes on her rosy sleeping cheek, not the glory of her piping little voice full of ideas for my time.
I'm feeling more optimistic about the dining room floor. I'd been overwhelmed by too many choices, ranging from $1 a square foot to "why not just forget about your kids' education and have a nice floor instead?" a square foot. It was too much to consider. I don't feel happy until the options start narrowing. To make a wall comparison, I'm unhappy in the "Wallpaper, paint, paneling, beadboard, hay?" stage. I feel a little better but still stressed in the "Okay, I've decided, it's paint! But what COLOR?" stage. I don't perk up until I'm at the "Okay, PINK! Now which SHADE?" stage.
With the dining room floor, the first significant narrowing occurred when I chose fake wood rather than fake stone or fake tile or real wood or real stone or real tile. The second narrowing occurred when I read the August issue of Consumer Reports ( <--- total lie: my dad read it and summarized it for me in an email), in which they'd rated the very sorts of floors we were considering. I love Consumer Reports, and they love Armstrong laminate. And so I love Armstrong laminate, and the only thing to decide now is which kind of wood will it be pretending to be?
I did a little research to find buying-location options ( <--- total lie: my dad did the research, including emailing me a map to the nearest store). The local store didn't have much Armstrong on hand, as it turned out (they can get it easily, but didn't have samples), so I went online ( <---truth!) and managed to arrange to have five samples of Armstrong fake wood sent in the mail to me. I knew you'd want to see, so I did one of those screen-capture things I have only just recently learned to do (hello, elementary school students! I see you zooming past me in computer proficiency!) Those links aren't clickable or anything---they're part of the picture. I know this, because I am tech-savvy. (Shut up, fourth graders.) If you click anywhere on the picture, though, you'll get to see it larger.
Feel free to weigh in! You know, as long as you remember that I am TIRED, and on a HAIR-TRIGGER with stress over this floor thing, and also that I chose those five from a pool of thousands and thousands and so clearly I LIKE them and the only issue is which one is BEST. So no "That looks like my cat barfed and then spread it out in a thin layer to maximize the Bare Foot Contact Zone"-type thing.
If you need to visualize, the dining room borders only the kitchen, which currently has actual bona fide linoleum (it dents! and has asbestos under it! and is supposed to be WAXED!) ( <---notice use of words "supposed to be," indicating lack of compliance) in a small pattern of red/orange/gold/brown squares and rectangles, classic 1960s. We'll be replacing that eventually, but probably not for a few years. On the other side of the kitchen, the rest of that whole floor of the house is oak hardwood we don't take care of so it's scruffy.
My Life is starting a new contest.
Alice's Wonderland is showing the giftie she got (she gots a loop!).
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...