You may also notice hubby in this picture. He's behind the dryer, cutting a hole in the floor. See?
It was not a fun job. It required lots of yelling through the floor, which would inevitably result in Winston barking his fool head off and me snatching him up to make him quiet. The pieces didn't fit together easily, and I refused to go under the house to hold stuff for hubby. I held it from the laundry room, but the crawl space is NOT big enough for this chickita, thankyouverymuch. (Note: it is, unfortunately, big enough, that all work at the floor level was uncomfortably high for hubby. Good thing there were cinder blocks down there for him to sit on!)
Anyway, I cleaned everything off. Twice. And hubby even painted and took out the GROSS shelving unit (plastic coated closet shelves + moist heat = disgusting stickiness). Et voila! We have a beautiful, clean laundry room!!!
The best part is that my million loads of laundry this past Sunday did not affect our house's climate. A thing of beauty, I tell ya. And yes, that gorgeous floor is original. One of these days, it might get replaced...