Have you ever been knee deep into a project and thought, “I have made a huge mistake!”?
Yeah, I’m there now.
I keep telling myself that it’ll get better. That this has to be the worst part. That I haven’t made an enormous mistake and ruined my floors.
Already past the point of no return, I finished stripping the floor today.
While I’m glad it’s all done I’m getting more and more nervous about how this is all going to work out. What if I did all this work and mess up the stain? What if I get bubbles or dog hair or dust in the top coat?
Maybe I need wine and a bath.
There are still some spots that could use a little scraping and I’ll probably get them as I see them but I have no plans to spend hours on the floor again tonight.
Tomorrow my mom and I are hanging up plastic and getting everything ready for sanding on Saturday. And the moment of truth.