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I have house anxiety. I feel kind of bad even admitting this. I mean, there are so many other things in the world to worry about. People have been telling me more and more I need a kid so I can worry about something worthwhile, and to them I say: shut it.

I’ve been mulling it over, and I think I have found the source of the anxiety. The previous owners of the Halfstreet had a style that was different than mine. I wasn’t in love with their things, nor with the places they had put those things. So when the HSH and I moved in, our stuff and layout felt like an improvement. Fast forward to the new house (yet to be named). The house had been professionally staged when it went on the market, and the things were really nice. It felt like walking into a catalogue. So now my stuff feels out of place, and not as nice as the picture in my mind. Add to this the fact that you could fit all of our current furniture into one room in the house, and the thought of picking out new things plus figuring out where they go, is causing me some anxiety. No, really.

One thing was for certain though. A rug for the new master bedroom had to be acquired IMMEDIATELY. I never thought I would rue the day that I purchased a home with hardwood floors throughout, but the last week has been a sleepless nightmare. The sound of Ripken walking around on the hardwoods at 3am could replace waterboarding at Gitmo as the preferred method of torture. Not that I’m in favor of torture. I’m just saying.

Anyhoo, there was the compounding problem that he couldn’t get enough traction on the hardwoods to jump into the bed (yes, my dog sleeps in the bed. Again: shut it.). So his new method of getting into bed consisted of placing his front paws about 2 inches from my face and whining until I lifted him into bed. (Somewhere in Indiana, Shannon is vomiting in her mouth). Yes, I know my dog is spoiled. I also knew that I could easily break him of the habit, if I was willing to part with approximately 2 nights of sleep, and just let him whine it out. But I wasn’t. What I was willing to do was hurry up and find a rug. Pictures below (sorry for the craptastic quality of it...its on my cellphone, as we still have no internet at home).