We have tile in our living room. I have always hated that we have tile in our living room, but that is the way all the houses in this area apparently were designed back in the ’50s, and so we just have to deal with it for now. I’m not sure, but there might also be solid concrete under the tile, so it would be a huge undertaking to turn it all into wood that is consistent with the rest of the house.
(That in no way changes that I want to do it, by the way.)
Nonetheless, because we have tile in the living room, it is now very dangerous for our daughter to be in the living room, because she is capable of climbing onto all of the furniture, as of last night. But she isn’t great at not falling off of it all yet. She’s great about it about 80% of the time. And then she acts like she has never safely gotten down from anything ever about 10-20% of the time.
So, I had to scrub and wash four more huge square tiles from the old karate studio today and dry them and put them down in our living room. It looks like a workout studio or something now, red foam puzzle tiles covering the main whole of the living room floor.
But at least I don’t have to be as panicked about my daughter every second I turn away from her now.
God, keep her safe and well and whole, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2026
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