In my bathroom. I hated it from day two (which was all it took for me to realize what a cleaning nightmare it would be....) I refused to clean the damned thing five or six times a day and closing the door was not an option. I was reluctant for this flooring because of the cats and I was right. It was a frikken nightmare. I finally gave up doing anything with it. And it got worse and worse and worse as the days/weeks/months/years went by. My dream bathroom became a nightmare.
Because of the cats. When floor cleaners come with cautions about leaving liquid on laminate floors, I knew there would be a problem. And I learned a lesson from this. If Brian wants to experiment with something, he can experiment where I won't have to see it or deal with the mess (or not deal with the mess, this stuff is so bubbled up at the seams, I have to wash that floor on my hands and knees and I still can't get it clean because the cat piss has filtered into the laminate and it's all expanded and gross).
We got replacement flooring last year and he was going to put it down during the Thanksgiving weekend, but his brother and sister-in-law's surprise visit changed that. So, he's doing it this weekend. I'm so excited! I'm hoping I'll get back into liking a clean house and doing more to keep it so.
That laminate floor just depresses the hell out of me.
Me as the laminate gets pulled up ------------>
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