carpet-free.
Our house is a carpetLESS zone.
After years and years and years and years of extracting hairballs from carpet fibers I became hairball intolerant.
And then we had kids.
And then crushed cereal, sippy cup drippings, baby puke, peanut butter cracker remnants, and pea gravel tag-a-longs joined the cat gifts.
And then I devoted a portion of each day to scrubbing furry floors in hopes to return the carpet to an ever-dulling shade of beige. And I don’t even LIKE beige.
Fun times.
Solid surface flooring was the answer.
Concrete, wood, tile, linoleum, fiber floor – I embrace you.
Hairball? No problem! Let me get a paper towel!
Toddler vomit? Not a big deal! Let me get a wet washcloth.
Park pine bark? Who cares? Let me get a broom.
And a set of earplugs.
Earplugs?
Yes, because cleanliness comes with a price.
A home sans-carpet is a home void of sound deadening fiber.
A cough in the night echoes through the halls…
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
*cough*
Footsteps on the second floor sound like a herd of angry elephants.
Three boys fighting sound like…
three boys fighting to the third power as broadcast in THX.
*insert impressive THX testing music here*
It is like going to an elementary school band concert in the fall. You sit there smiling in a crowded auditorium whispering behind your program until the festivities begin. The music starts and you inwardly cringe under your smile, but when the sound bounces again at you from the back wall mingling with the out of kilter notes blasting from the stage you want to cover your ears in horror and run for the nearest auditorium double door…but you can’t. You have to sit there. And smile.
And that is what I am doing at home.
I am trying to enjoy my clean floors over all that noise...When we built our home a few years ago, it was with one main goal…
carpet-free.
Our house is a carpetLESS zone.
After years and years and years and years of extracting hairballs from carpet fibers I became hairball intolerant.
And then we had kids.
And then crushed cereal, sippy cup drippings, baby puke, peanut butter cracker remnants, and pea gravel tag-a-longs joined the cat gifts.
And then I devoted a portion of each day to scrubbing furry floors in hopes to return the carpet to an ever-dulling shade of beige. And I don’t even LIKE beige.
Fun times.
Solid surface flooring was the answer.
Concrete, wood, tile, linoleum, fiber floor – I embrace you.
Hairball? No problem! Let me get a paper towel!
Toddler vomit? Not a big deal! Let me get a wet washcloth.
Park pine bark? Who cares? Let me get a broom.
And a set of earplugs.
Earplugs?
Yes, because cleanliness comes with a price.
A home sans-carpet is a home void of sound deadening fiber.
A cough in the night echoes through the halls…
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
*cough*
Footsteps on the second floor sound like a herd of angry elephants.
Three boys fighting sound like…
three boys fighting to the third power as broadcast in THX.
*insert impressive THX testing music here*
It is like going to an elementary school band concert in the fall. You sit there smiling in a crowded auditorium whispering behind your program until the festivities begin. The music starts and you inwardly cringe under your smile, but when the sound bounces again at you from the back wall mingling with the out of kilter notes blasting from the stage you want to cover your ears in horror and run for the nearest auditorium double door…but you can’t. You have to sit there. And smile.
And that is what I am doing at home.
I am trying to enjoy my clean floors over all that noise...
carpet-free.
Our house is a carpetLESS zone.
After years and years and years and years of extracting hairballs from carpet fibers I became hairball intolerant.
And then we had kids.
And then crushed cereal, sippy cup drippings, baby puke, peanut butter cracker remnants, and pea gravel tag-a-longs joined the cat gifts.
And then I devoted a portion of each day to scrubbing furry floors in hopes to return the carpet to an ever-dulling shade of beige. And I don’t even LIKE beige.
Fun times.
Solid surface flooring was the answer.
Concrete, wood, tile, linoleum, fiber floor – I embrace you.
Hairball? No problem! Let me get a paper towel!
Toddler vomit? Not a big deal! Let me get a wet washcloth.
Park pine bark? Who cares? Let me get a broom.
And a set of earplugs.
Earplugs?
Yes, because cleanliness comes with a price.
A home sans-carpet is a home void of sound deadening fiber.
A cough in the night echoes through the halls…
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
*cough*
Footsteps on the second floor sound like a herd of angry elephants.
Three boys fighting sound like…
three boys fighting to the third power as broadcast in THX.
*insert impressive THX testing music here*
It is like going to an elementary school band concert in the fall. You sit there smiling in a crowded auditorium whispering behind your program until the festivities begin. The music starts and you inwardly cringe under your smile, but when the sound bounces again at you from the back wall mingling with the out of kilter notes blasting from the stage you want to cover your ears in horror and run for the nearest auditorium double door…but you can’t. You have to sit there. And smile.
And that is what I am doing at home.
I am trying to enjoy my clean floors over all that noise...
oh, my, our last house had the worst squeaky floors and all we did was nail through the carpet everytime we heard a new squeak…I should have worn a tool belt, I used the hammer so much…sheesh
Mine play with those Tech Deck toys. On the counter is loud enuf. I would be in the nuthouse if they played with these on the floor.
I tore out the minimal carpet in our house 11 yrs ago. There is linoleum over plywood and hard wood flooring on the first floor and pine flooring on the second floor. It is definately louder in the rooms that we renovated and replaced the plaster and lath strips with drywall. We had to insulate the interionr walls and first floor ciling to cut down on the noise traveling throughout the house.
Vodka won’t make the noise go away, but it will make you not care about it.
Carpet disgusts me on many many levels
Sigh…this is what keeps me from tearing out my craptastic carpet with my bare hands and putting down hard floors. I’d have to make Rosie wear socks, ’cause her nails clicking on the kitchen linoleum drives me batsnot crazy.
We have carpet and our house is still loud as hell. I would have to live in ear plugs all the time if we took out the carpet.
Oh how I’d love to be rid of my nasty carpet. I didn’t think about the noise factor. Hmmm, I guess it would be a toss up.
Have you considered carpeting the walls? You wouldn’t have to scrub or vacuum them, and they would absorb so much sound. Best of both worlds.
Not to mention, mad stylish!
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I have an adhd child, a crazy toddler, a cat, a cracked out kitten, and a large dog…AND LAMINATES!! I can hardly enjoy the clean with all the noise. I am thinking of investing in ear plugs.