I almost had heart failure a few minutes ago. Ayla was laying in the entry hall and I was here in the office wrapping things up before hubby came home. I heard the dog upstairs in one of the rooms and wondered to myself when I’d left the spare bedroom door open.
Turns out that door was closed…but the door to the bathroom wasn’t…because it’s not even on its hinges. Not thinking about the wet floor at all, I completely forgot that Ayla had full access to that room and of course she couldn’t resist exploring it.
Thankfully hubby arrived home a few minutes later, surveyed the situation and called Macky. He told us not to worry about it at all, no big deal and he’ll fix it all up tomorrow. Since the floor will still be a bit wet he’ll smooth it out then and it doesn’t have to be perfect because there will be about 1 cm of glue put down on top of it anyway for the tiles. Talk about relieved…I was already trying to figure out how we could smooth it all out ourselves without him noticing it…which would be next to impossible since he did such a clean job already.
