Impulsivity . . .

Usually when I talk about impulsivity, I am talking about Dustin. Today I was the impulsive one. I was sitting on the couch on the laptop, and I looked over at the stairs. We have the grossest carpet on the steps. We replaced it when we moved in in 2000. I was super inexpensive and had this crappy foam backing. It has not held up well. I decided I had enough. I got up and proceeded to rip it off the steps.

I always have paint around the house because I have this thing about buying mistint gallons of paint. If it is a semi-decent color, I will buy it and put it back. With having a duplex, it always pays to have paint around. I ripped up the carpet, pulled up about 3000 staples, and scraped the decrepit foam off the stairs. I painted the stairway walls and laid new carpet. We moved and reorganized our CD cabinet and made one fabulous mess.

After I cleaned up our disaster, and swept the floors (with my wonderful new family addition), I had a wonderful new stairway. It was rewarding. I went from having a crappy, nasty embarrassing hall to a nice one in about 4 hours. Yay!

It is however well after 2:00 am and tomorrow my kids will be up with bells on wanting their Easter stash. . . I'm heading up my new steps to bed . . .