The carpet is in, and the house is fully operational again. There is still some stuff to move around, but it's 100% inhabitable. It's strange that after all this time, we can actually use every room and not worry about the smell.
The whole affair was not without its casualties, mostly from me injuring myself. My thumb was the first, then I stubbed my toes and actually cut the tops of them tripping over our bed frame. I suck at any kind of manual labor, and that bothers me to no end.
So between the self-inflicted wounds and the short temper from moving stuff around, Diana and I would at times get to each other a little. It was mostly me being a dick. I think we've finally found a specific instance where we clash a little. When there's a problem, she often wants to solve it by way of organization, while I want to do so by efficiency. The two approaches are often very opposite of each other. Fortunately these are instances that we move on quickly from, so by most couple standards, I think we handle it pretty well.
I'm thankful that we still have two days left in the weekend, and I'm hell bent on allowing myself to decompress and relax. No worrying about job hunting, the weather or whatever. Diana wants to put up her tree, and hopefully we'll be well on our way to new holiday memories. With new carpet smell.