


Friday night we babysat for my college roommate and her husband so they could have a much-needed date night. Her daughter is 10 months younger than Makenzie and they had a ball together. They finally conked out about 10:30 on the couch.

Then we began the unenviable task of cleaning the concrete--scraping all the paint, spackle and carpet glue that had been left behind. This took until well after midnight (Tim gave up well before that, but my type A personality stuck it out). We got up bright and early the next morning and began again--sweeping, mopping, wetting it down and wet-vacing up the water.
Saturday night after Makenzie went to bed, we donned rubber gloves, old clothes and rubber-soled shoes to apply the etching stain. Tim didn't read the directions (shocker!!) and so we wasted a whole day letting it dry before we stained it when the directions said it needed to be wet! This is what it looked like the next morning after the salts precipitated out.
You can see right in front of the fireplace the area where someone told me I didn't need to worry about cleaning up the glue anymore--he would scrape it off and it would be fine. But the residue didn't take the stain so it's pretty obvious (at least to me).
We finally were able to move the furniture back in this evening, although it probably would have been best to wait another 24 hours because we scuffed it a little moving things around.