There will be no angst in this post. I de-angstified myself and am now to the stage of stopping every now and then and just shaking my head.
It is my goal to put Martha Stewart to shame. I mean, really, isn't that everyone's goal? Even if it is for 15 seconds on a Saturday morning?
I'm going to give a class in interior decorating:
How to coordinate your pets to match your new floor!
The new floor is down and extends from the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen.
It has been inspected and the craftsmanship has been found to be absolutely stellar (Corgi's are known for their ability to judge things with a highly critical eye, that's why the Queen has them for pets.)
It has been a learning experience for the dogs in how to run through the house. Great bursts of speed are now a dangerous proposition.
It has definitely made the rooms look bigger and it has brought a certain zen like state to all involved.
It has even caused a new behavior pattern which involves me, suddenly dropping to the floor and grabbing the camera.
I'm really glad I'm not getting a new toilet...