My husband has been complaining about the state of our carpeting for years and rightly so. The carpet in our house is 18 years old and some of it started to look worn ten years ago. We did get rid of the worst of it back in 2009 when we installed hardwood flooring in the living room and dining room, but our room? The upstairs hallway? Family Room? My writing cave? Yeah, they've suffered long enough. It's time.
I put this day off for as long as I could. Not because I don't like new and pretty things, but because I knew what an ordeal it would be to clear out the rooms -- especially this one, my writing cave. The installers can't be expected to move the several hundred (:::cough::: thousand) books that keep me company in here. Or my files and supplies. Or the piles of paper from the millions (only slight exaggeration there) of story ideas I constantly jot down and stuff into file folders.
Here's a glimpse at the pile (literal!) of pain ahead of me.
Even though the installers won't be here until tomorrow, my pain started this weekend. I'm achy from moving everything out. Now it's time to wade in and start sorting. My "purge-atory" has just begun.
How much do you want to bet that it will be at least another 18 years before we change carpeting again?