Back in early February, when John was going on his 8th week in Arkansas, I got antsy. If any of you have a spouse who travels for long periods of time, you know what I mean.
I get this feeling to tear shit apart and change things.
I blame this on a genetic trait from my sweet Grandma Carol, who tackles a home improvement project or a furniture shopping spree every time my Grandpa Steve leaves the farm. She does this all by herself. I swear, the gal doesn't sleep! She's always moving and so busy. I am so much like her in this aspect, it's a little odd.
So, you know, John is gone for nearly 8 weeks, and I was eyeballin' my carpeted staircase and thought to myself, "Self, you can do it. Just tear that carpet up. Do it. DO IT!"
So I did it.
Conveniently, my mom and dad were coming to town (we live about an hour away from them) to get some bee keeping supplies. I was able to enlist their help pulling up carpet staples for an hour. After I tore the carpet up and we pulled all those staples out, this is what I saw: