My husband thought it was just fine.
I did not.
I asked for wood floors. Throughout the whole house.
He assured me I would indeed want carpeting. Who wants cold hard wood floors?
Even before children, I could see the writing on the wall.
Fast forward twelve years. Because he loves me greatly, husband and a friend put down wood floors in the dining room (where the carpet was a light berber...I'll let you think about THAT color carpet being in your DINING ROOM and also your MAIN ENTRANCE into the house. The house in the country. With mud. And dogs. And four boys. Okay, got a good mental image now?). The floors are seven years old now and scuffed and worn and I love them to pieces! I have never ever once thought "I wish we hadn't put wood floors in here".
But because my husband is so enamored by carpet, the man went out and got a huge roll of carpet for the living room. It's white.
I'll let you think on that a moment.
It's not tan (well, now it kinda is). It's white. Brilliant white.
It was free.
He could not resist.
I have spent the entire day running the carpet cleaner over it to sorta return it to a sorta white tinted carpet again.
And every time I dumped the nasty, full of mud and dog hair and BB riddled water down the drain I thought "All I wanted was wood floors."
At this point, I would be happy with plywood floors.
I hate carpet.
And venting this to all the moms who understand my feelings on this makes me feel we are more bonded now in the sisterhood of housework.