I’m not dead.

Though, right this minute, that sounds like a nice alternative.

For more than a year and a half, dreamboat husband Nate & I have been planning to tear up the carpet in our living room.

Whoever had white berber laid did not invision 6 kids ever living here. Or 3 dogs. Especially not one boy with allergies.

So, the oldest 5 are with Nana & Poppy eating out every meal and getting spoiled in lots of other ways.
Nate’s 31 million jobs have him booked solid while the kids are gone. Gray’s getting over a cold and sleeping a lot.

So, what do I do? Tear up the carpet. And that weird underlayment that’s not really a pad.

Now, it’s me against the tackstrips and the staples.

I’ve already got a good cut on my leg from a staple, but am about half-way around the room!
When this is all done, I’ll be breathing tons easier… And hopefully Brady will, too.

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