Tuesday, December 29, 2015

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...




Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Christmas Tree vs. Wood Floors: Lesson 1

As most of you know, about a year and a half ago we "completed" (in quotes because, let's be honest...it's STILL not completely finished!) a big remodel of our upper level (and, of yet I have to post a "finished product" post on). I am a DIE HARD Christmas fan and to me, if you have an artificial tree, you are akin to Scrooge. Or the Grinch. Or Satan himself, or something.

So, while I was leery about putting a real Christmas tree (with which we've had mishaps before) on my wood floor last year, shockingly, the season passed without incident and I was able to enjoy my tree in all it's pine scented glory.

This year, while still having those same leery feelings, we schlepped out to get our tree from an incredibly fun and festive, but ridiculously over-priced tree farm, and set the bad boy up. We decorated it TO THE HILT with the oodles of ornaments we have and I mentioned to my husband that he should probably tie up the tree...but then he got busy with other things and didn't.

And...I'm sure you can guess what happened. 


And THEN some...but THAT my friends, will be Lesson 2. However, for now, something more pressing is on my heart...

As I lay on my belly vacuuming the seams of our wood floors, in hopes of extracting as much water as I could from under them I had A LOT of time to think...

You see, a neighboring community had just experienced a tragic construction accident...a co-workers friend's son is battling osteosarcoma...I realized, in that time on my belly with the shop vac, that GOOD GOLLY. If a wet wood floor is my biggest worry in life, man alive, do I have it good.

Then tonight, I learned that one of my hospital co-workers lost her precious 2 month old baby last night. And my goodness...my heart breaks. This poor mama...I can't not imagine her pain and sorrow and her absolute grief in losing her precious newborn baby.

Friends, hug your loved ones today...and count your blessings.

Today I thank God that my "biggest worry" in life is a replaceable wood floor...and today, I pray for God's grace and love and healing miracles to shower down upon those that have REAL worries. 


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