We got carpet installed Thursday and had a bum’s rush of activity Friday. Now, Saturday at the crack of dawn, we’ve got some quite nearly completed rooms upstairs with colors on the walls, a few pieces of furniture almost in place, and soft pile carpet all over the place.

The carpet installation went pretty smoothly. The guys were fast and most of the work is pretty good. But when the guys left, like seconds after they left, I walked through the upstairs in my socks and immediately discovered the problem: a three foot line, about two inches wide that feels like there is no pad underneath. It’s a like a valley. And in the day and a half since I found the spot I can’t help but step on it (without meaning to) every time I walk through the room.

I’ve put in a call to the carpet place and they are supposed to review notes with the installers and call me back. Hmmmmm. We shall see. This shall be getting fixed, I assure you. I am just way to neurotic to live with it.

And it’s not just me. Everyone I point it out to can’t believe it, and several of the people working yesterday discovered it on their own. Like when I brought my uncle in to show him the spot (he came up with my mother and aunt to help move some of the big pieces of furniture), one of the plumber’s helpers was like, “you mean that dip in the floor? I keep kneeling in it. What’s that all about?”

But hey, nothing can go totally smoothly, right? And we truly are getting very close. The inside will be done within the next day or two. All they really have left is touch up and a few last details, like a piece of base board that needs to be trimmed because the heat ran an inch longer than anticipated. Seriously little stuff like that.

Of course, the siding has to be put up on the outside of the dormer and the whole house needs to be stained, so the guys will be around for a little while longer (I won’t be totally lonely yet) but we’re real close. No, no big 4th of July barbecue this year, but maybe by August, birthday time for the boys, we would be able to throw a shindig. Yeah right, like Carol would let me.

How about a Halloween party? We could get Halloween decorations and make Halloween snacks and send Halloween invitations and wear Halloween costumes. Baby Laura can wear my famous baby cow costume – just like the boys before her. At least she’s gender appropriate to dress as a cow, right?

And that’s no bull.

Utter hilarity.