So, my birthday was on Saturday. I turned 33. It looked like it was going to be a great day - sunny and the warmest day all week. Plus, it was a Saturday, which meant that my husband would be able to at least take the older girls out and give me some peace and quiet or something.
Rewind to Friday night, the floor guy showed up out of the blue at dinner time to take a look at the floors. He agreed that they didn't look great, that he should have used an oil-based finish, instead of the water-based finish (since that's what we have in the rest of the house). So he promised to be there at 8 am on Saturday morning to re-do the stain and the finish.
So, I didn't get to sleep in on my birthday, I had to wake up early to shower and pack up lunches, snacks, drinks, etc for the family since we were going to have to leave the house. Meanwhile, Brian is moving furniture around trying to get it out of the sunroom and kitchen. He chose not to wait for my help with the kitchen table and when he picked it up, the bottom half of the table (it's the kind with leaves), fell on his big toe (no shoes on) and literally broke the bone in half. He looked miserable and in so much pain. Somehow he managed to help move the rest of the furniture and we got out of the house.
We went to my parents's house (again) and set up shop in their basement and the kids had a great time. It wasn't too bad, just a pain. So, we called the floor guy around 6 pm and he said that the floor should be dry and he would be over in the morning to make sure everything looked okay.
We went through Wendy's drive thru for cheeseburgers for the kids (they took enzymes before eating them) and came home. The floors actually looked okay, much better than earlier in the day, but not exactly what we had hoped for. Once we got the kids in bed, I had some noodles (awesome birthday dinner).
Meanwhile, all day, Brian's toe is looking more and more disgusting - it is now dark purple and it's bleeding because somehow the table had broken the skin and while it didn't bleed initially, it did once the toe started swelling up. It was disgusting. So Brian took himself to the emergency room. Thank goodness we live in a small town and the ER is not too bad to go to. He was home within 2 hours with some good drugs and tape.
While he was gone, I took a closer look at the floor and suddenly started noticing that there was dog hair in the finish, there was dirt, etc. It was awful! I mean, how do you not clean the floor before putting the finish on? Seriously! We even asked the guy if he wanted us to sweep the floor and clean it and he said no. I was fuming at this point and beyond frustrated. So, I just went to bed.
On Sunday morning, 9 am came and went. So, we finally called him at 9:45 and Brian read him the riot act about the job he'd done. So, he said he would get there as soon as he could and fix it. So, we packed up AGAIN and left the house to go to my parents' and camp out for the day. We finally go a hold of him on the cell phone around 6 pm and he said that by the time he got to the house, our contractor was already working in the sunroom and so he couldn't do the floors. So, we left for no reason! Argh!!
Meanwhile, we were supposed to be celebrating my birthday at my parents' house and Brian was going to make the cake, etc. Well, the poor guy couldn't even stand for that long, so I had to make my own cake. :( It was just a comical day.
So, it's official, we decided to just make my birthday this Saturday, where hopefully I can get some time away from all 3 kids. :)