I was out my friend’s door in Florida yesterday morning at 4:45 am (2:45 am MST) to catch my plane back home to Utah. I had a 2+ hour delay in Atlanta and landed in Salt Lake around 12:30pm. My bag must have been napping in Atlanta because in that whole two hours it had to change planes, it didn’t make it. The baggage claim’s office was helpful and said that they would deliver my bag to my house by the end of the day. Fair enough. We had several stops to make before we made it home around 4:15 pm and I could already feel my eyes getting heavy, but we had lots to do and we didn’t waste any time. Apparently, our little town had a huge windstorm while we were gone. A fence around the corner is blown down and debris lines the streets. A few of our shingles had blown off and scattered our yard. Chris got right to work in his duties and climbed on the roof to replace the shingles before the next storm hit us last night. When he finished, he was sweaty and covered in tar–and feeling quite manly and accomplished….until he couldn’t get the tar off. I took a break from cleaning out the fridge of stuff we REALLY should have tossed before we left for 10 days and applied paint thinner to his hands with cotton balls until they were clean and tar-free.
Greta went to bed right away and I was jealous of her. I was really struggling to keep my eyes open, but the carpet installer was due to come today and we had to get Greta’s old carpet and pad out of the room–something I couldn’t do alone. It only took us about 30 minutes to get everything cleared out (or stored on the windowsill and closet shelf).
The plan was to take tonight and tomorrow to get the furniture moved into Greta’s new room and pictures and curtains hung and have her sleep in her completed room by Saturday night. But last night, we were both exhausted and patted ourselves on the backs and cuddled up in bed. I was asleep before I hit my pillow, but interruptions came throughout the night. Greta around 1:30 am; having a bad dream. And then the guy that was supposed to deliver my bag “before the end of the day” called at 2:30 am and told me he just dropped it off. …. …. Thanks dude.
I woke up this morning anxious to get the carpet in and finally see the room come together. I was even more excited when the installer called and said a job he had in Payson got postponed and he could be here two hours earlier. I shouted “AWESOME!” and was grateful we prepped the room last night. In twenty minutes, an old guy with two upper teeth (no joke) knocked at my door and I brought him upstairs to survey the room and then he had me go double-check the carpet. Can you guess what happened next? WRONG carpet.
Martha Stewart’s Wilderstein (the one on the left) was staring me in the face and the one on the right with the luxe diamond pattern is Martha Stewart’s Winterthur—the one we actually ordered. I had JJ, the installer, come look at the picture of the one we were expecting just to make sure I wasn’t going nuts. He agreed that it was definitely the wrong carpet. He made a call to his boss who was going to call Home Depot for us and he was on his way. I couldn’t help but cry. Maybe I’m still tired and it is making me emotional, or maybe it is the fact that we have been waiting two weeks for this carpet to come in. I wasn’t happy. At all. Luckily, Home Depot has been great about it. Apologizing and putting the new order on rush and refunding us $100–all before Chris finished writing his strongly worded e-mail about how much of a hassle it has been. Lucky them.
Unfortunately, I won’t have any finished pictures of the room for you tomorrow–but after my 10 day break, I am diving right back in to the paint buckets and picture frames. There is gonna be PLENTY to show and tell.