Tuesday night, I had a work dinner I had to attend, so Jon was left alone with the kids. I fully expected to come home to them eating, playing, watching a video, or something to that degree.

What I came home to was something completely different:
















Jon had taken down all of the shelves in the built in cabinet, as well as moved the TV. Now the cabinet itself was ready to be removed. I complimented him on that -- reiterating that I had not expected him to do any work. But thanks! He told me that was the least of what he did.

As I rounded the corner, I saw the rest.















He realized that in order to get the cabinets out, he had to pull up some of the wood floor, but that meant that he had to first get an access point to the wood floor. So he started pulling up all the ceramic tile. Not an easy project at all. I confess, it's one I'm glad he did while I was gone. I definitely wouldn't have enjoyed that part of the renovation! It's hard to see in the above picture, but there's a distinct line near the hallway door on the left, where the tile stops and the "floor" begins. The garbage can is full of broken up tile. I'm definitely not going to move that bad boy! HEAVY! And yes, those garbage bags are full of sheetrock. Ugh!

The only "bad" thing from this is that the builders, for whatever reason, put concrete down under the tile instead of just the regular wood underlayment. We'll have to lay concrete over that again, we think, in order to smooth it out to prep for the hard wood floors. I don't think that there's any way to chip through all the concrete, and it doesn't appear that there is wood underneath. Oh well.

No "Whew" or "Fuse" issues tonight. Jon did cut through his glove with a ceramic tile though and cut his finger a bit. We'll call it a flesh wound.