We ordered the carpet today to replace the living room, stairs and bedrooms. Another 1,200 square feet or so, and that'll mean all of the carpet in the entire seven-year-old house will be replaced. And it'll only cost $2,900. Sigh.
Luna really hosed the place, and I can't believe I'm still paying for it more than a year and a half after her passing. I loved that cat to death, but now I appreciate more than ever the extent of the damage. And how fucking cheap Pulte was with the original crap.
Still, it's long overdue. My former office has been carpet free since June of last year. It's that time of year also where you can that slight pee smell from the stairs. We need to move Diana's remaining furniture so family and friends have a place to sleep when they visit (though not because her house is sold, which sucks).
As with anything else right now, I just hate that the timing is what it is. But at the same time, I can't really do anything about it, so I guess I just need to roll with it. I know I'll be a lot happier once it's done.