The Sand Box

Well, that best describes my laundry room at the moment. In preparation for pouring the floor, James removed the remaining strips of floor, leaving a giant sand box, except we don't let the girls play in it.
He was nice enough to put down a "bridge" for me, providing easy access to the dryer. :-) 

My washer is precariously perched on one of the remaining shreds of floor.  It seems to be staying put, instead of its usual jumping around -- probably scared for its life.