Carpet Installation is Fun (and other lies)

This week ends the epic saga of our carpet replacement and here's how it all unfolded (unrolled?).

Carpet installers were scheduled to arrive on Monday morning and I'm told it might take a good portion of the day.

Over the weekend, the last weekend of my three-week vacation, I moved EVERYTHING we own (with the exception of the few extra-large pieces of furtiture the installers would be moving for a fee) into the non-carpeted areas of the house (which is basically the bathrooms, living room, and kitchen).  I tried to not utilize the garage as that's an extra walk that I didn't want to have to endure.  Let's just say that this process was about as soul crushing as a process can be and by the end of Sunday night I was a completely broken person both emotionally and physically.

I got up and into my first day of work of the new year and Miho calls me at 9:30 to tell me the installers had shown up.  This was great they were starting early but they were supposed to call first so she, in her nearly 9-month pregnant state, had to rush to get the cats put away and create her "nest" in the little bit of space we had left in our living room.  All day at work I'm thinking that I'll get home at 6, walk in, then have the whole night to get things back in their rightful place and maybe even get my studio up and running.  That didn't exactly happen.

When I walked in I discovered that only part of the upstairs is finished but at least all the carpet padding was down.  Wait a second.  They'd been there since 9:30am and they only have the carpet pad down?  What the EFF!  We wait and watch the hours go by and, stair by stair, they get closer to ground level and finish the job.  Oh, what time is it?  That's right, it's 11pm now and they are just finishing.  We'll, at least we can go to bed now.

This is where the cold hand of reality slaps me across the face and I'm reminded that EVERYTHING WE OWN IS IN THE GODDAMN LIVING ROOM!  That's right.  Bed disassembled, clothes in bins buried under god-knows-what and my night devolved into a nightmarish hell.  The sickening fear and horror only deepened when I started thinking about how Miho's mom's arrival from Japan at around 8am the next morning.  My eyes darted around the room and my mind spun like the fans in a MacPro when it gets an unexpected kernel error.

Somehow I hauled my broken, defeated body into action and I began the process of preparing the house. The time was 11pm, about 7.5 hours until we needed to leave for the airport.  I went into a trance-like state, in full-on fight-or-flight mode, brain functioning from a very ancient place, and I barely remember the next 4 hours of time.

All I know is I woke up with the alarm, in a bed, our dresser was there and had our clothes, I was able to walk into the bathroom for the first time in nearly two days, and we were more-or-less ready to go.  There was still some bins and other miscellaneous items to deal with, but the house was habitable with the last thing to do was to stop at the hardware store and replace the toilet flapper.

Mission accomplished.

I'm sitting in BPM Studios (Duvall) which has taken on an insanely minimalistic vibe and I love it.  Nothing here is superfluous and everything is more neatly organized and laid out than ever before.  I just feel like a more evolved life-form being in this room.  That said, not sure how much time I'll be in here but I'm guessing that time will be very strange hours due to the imminent arrival of "Little Caesar" at basically any moment.

G'night!