Sometimes I feel like every inch of this house is a struggle. That would be after I spend every spare minute cleaning and mopping a wood sub-floor only to discover that the flooring install is actually scheduled for next Monday, instead of this Monday,when I was told it would happen. What does that mean? Well my friends, let's just say you know where you'll find me again this weekend. And if you get lost along your way to our construction site, just let the aroma of Mr. Clean and my blood, sweat and tears lead you there.
I think these pictures that Andrew snapped last week pretty much say it all. I mean, all I remember is a big blur of sweeping and scrapping and mopping and of course, sweating.