Jumbled Gypsies- August 20, 2012
Last night I frantically searched for WiFi from a third floor room at a hotel just two miles from our home. This weekend was affectionately dubbed “Gypsy Weekend” as we spent the night with our friends one night, and my mom the other.
Some of the feedback we’ve gotten from perspective buyers was that they thought our hardwood floors needed refinishing and carpet needed to be replaced. Ugh. Okay. We did it.
We weren’t feeling so affectionate by the time Sunday rolled around. We were ready to get home. When we walked in the door the stink of polyurethane was so strong I had to put my nose under my shirt like you did in 3rd grade when some kid farted in class.
Our furniture was stowed in closets, pushed in front of the sink, and blocking the bathrooms. Clearly the work wasn’t done. Greyson got on the phone as I discovered a bunch of our stuff was left outside in the rain, including the diaper pail.
Emptying the soggy s&*# filled bin was our last straw. We got a room with a king-sized bed and took a dip in the heated pool, all on the flooring company’s dime.
Someone come buy our house, please. The floors are immaculate and some poor crew had to clean this up after feeling the wrath of wary gypsy parents with a toddler.
I’ve heard of renovation nightmares. We’re not the only ones, right? Please tell me you’ve been through this too.
Spread it around:
did you by chance use Empire flooring?
No, we actually used a company we really liked in the past. We gave them a great rating on Angie’s List. Oh, well! Not this time, unless they seriously offer some correction.
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