Nine years ago my husband built my dream home. A home with a deep southern feel to reflect my deep southern upbringing, complete with front porch swing and big oak trees, parked right smack dab in the middle of the most beautiful twenty five acre plot of land. As a matter of fact, if you look at the picture at the top of this is page you can see what I am talking about. That’s our house.
One of the things I love the most about our home is our stained concrete floors inside. They start in the foyer, go throughout the dining room and into the living area. They are beautiful, durable and easy to care for. With four kids, they are perfect!
Over time, our floors will begin to show signs of wear because of the heavy traffic they have endured. They begin to loose there shine. As a result, every year, I put a new coat of liquid wax on to bring back it’s shine and luster.
I do this at the same time every year……when Devin is gone on his big hunt. He goes every September, and every September I wax the floors. It is a huge job but the kids and I make it fun (of course) and since Devin doesn’t know how to work and have fun at the same time…..we do it while he is gone. Colton and I would move all of the furniture while the other kids would move the little stuff. We would stay up late, listen to music and just have fun!
This year was my first year to do this job without Colton (he is a married man now) so I decided NOT to do it in September as I usually do. I waited until Devin could be here to help me. (not the best idea I’ve ever had)
I told Devin that the floors needed to be waxed and we needed to do them Friday night. He agreed and the plans were made. When Friday came and we began to move all the furniture out of the living room and dining room and into the kitchen area, he immediately began to question my strategy. ( I feel a storm a brewin’) “Look, we have done it this way for nine years”, I said, “and for nine years it has worked just fine!” We then moved the dining room chairs, the dining table and the area rug. Then we started on the bigger furniture. “Ok”, I said, “let’s put the sofa over there”. “Well”, he said, “why don’t we move the chair first and then the sofa……or we could move the recliner over there and……..
This is where things start to get a little sticky. He looks at the furniture, then he looks at the kitchen, then he looks back at the furniture, then he ponders……..he thinks……..he tosses around different ideas……he mumbles to himself……….he ponders some more……I think he may have even prayed about it!!!!!! Come on!!!!! I don’t think God really cares where you put the chair!! Just move it already!
Finally, I couldn’t take it any more so I said, “all I need is your muscles! I don’t need your brains or your ideas or even your opinions. Just your muscles, so can we please move the chair now?”
We finally get everything moved out but the couch when he started again with his, better way of doing it, talk. When I went to grab my end of the couch I mumbled to myself (out loud) “this is why we ALWAYS do this while you are gone……” Then he said the most ridiculous thing ever, he said, “you do it while I am gone because I intimidate you.”
“What?”, I said, “are you kidding me? You’re not serious. Have you lost your everlovin’ mind? I am not intimated by you……just move the stupid couch!” (I was so mad I could’ve moved the stupid couch by myself!)
By now he has a big grin on his face, I think he likes to get me all riled up. Well, it worked!
Definition of Intimidate: to make Timid or fearful, to scare.( not hardly)
Definition of infuriate: to make very, very angry ( that’s more like it)
When it was all said and done, my floors look gorgeous and he got to live to see another day.