I worked a 12-hour shift on Saturday. Happy New Year's to me. The boys had already pulled the carpet pad out and thrown it away and the carpet, itself, was pulled out and drying. Mess. Nightmare.
I figured I had a choice. I could look at it, cry, and ring in the new year with anxiety. OR, I could get a large bowl of ice cream, go to my room, put a movie in and go to dreamland. Option B won.