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Christmas Tree vs. Wood Floors: Lesson 2

So...Lesson 2.

Remember my "Life Lesson" that I learned from when our Christmas Tree fell over? How, if a wet wood floor was the biggest of my problems then: life is pretty dang good?

Yeah...I do still feel that way. (And was able to keep that perspective when a drain in our basement backed up/rusted out and created a wet, sloppy mess in one of our bedrooms. Ugh.)

But today, my friends, I'm here to tell you about Lesson Numero Dos that I learned from our fallen over Christmas tree.

I mentioned before that I was pretty hesitant to put a live Christmas tree on our brand new wood floors last year (well, it wasn't so much the tree as it was the gallons of water that go into keeping said tree alive for a few weeks inside of a house...) but the year came and went without (thank goodness) incident and so this year, when those thoughts crept into my mind I was all, "Well...sure. There's a risk. But LOOK!! Last year went so well!".

I shoulda listened to my gut.

When our tree fell, the water in the stand spilled out over the floor and there is sat for up to 8 hours. FYI: Water and wood do not play well together. But THAT my friends, was the minor incident.

We set up our tree, straightened it out in the tree stand, tied it up, watered it and went about life as if nothing happened.

Then, a day and a half later, my hubs went to water the tree in the morning and LOW AND BEHOLD the stand was dry as a bone. I sorta shrugged and figured the tree just was thirsty and we carried on...until that evening when he checked the stand and once again, found it DRY AS A BONE. It was in that moment that we looked at each other and I said, "Oh no. Is it leaking????????"...and guess what?

It was. There was a gigantic crack in the tree stand that somehow had come open, allowing water to leak right out of it. BAH.

So, two entire tree stands full of water had soaked into our glorious wood floors. Those same floors that I've swooned over and loved since the moment we installed them. They swelled. The finish flaked...and I kicked myself for ever thinking that a real tree was an appropriate thing to put on wood floors.

And there is Lesson Number 2 for you: Don't put a real tree on real wood floors.

I went out and procured an artificial tree the very next day and my traditional, die-hard, Real Christmas Tree heart died a little that day. But...I'm not sure my sanity could've handled ONE. MORE. THING. happening to our floors.

The good news is that after running a dehumidifier non-stop since then, they seem to have settled down a bit. We shall see what the next few weeks bring...




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  1. Good grief! Well, if it makes you feel any better, we've had similar water issues... And our house is going on the market this week! Always enjoy your real life posts...glad the floors are calming :)

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