After a few hours, my mom and I stopped by to view the progress.
Mama M, "Wait! You're tiling yourself into the corner!"
Papa M, "It'll be okay. I'll use some 2X4s to walk on."
Mama M, "What? I don't understand."
Apparently the non-engineering gene is passed through the women on my mother's side of the family.
Fortunately BF knows exactly to what my dad is referring. He grabs a few pieces of discarded wood and quickly cuts the appropriate length for the walking planks. Now there are no worries about walking on top of the newly laid floor tile.







