Earlier, as I was holding my just turned 7-week-old while he was pooping, (already you can tell what kind of post this will be) I saw from across the room that Rolo was working up a good furball. I ran across the room, baby dangling from my arms, to move Rolo to the tile so I could clean up the vomit easier. She got bile on the carpet before I could move her and finished it up on the tile. Hearing her made me gag so I had to retreat back to the living room before *I* puked too. This is my life.
Only this morning I laughed (insanely) because I was avoiding a new stain on my carpet in my bedroom from a miffed Snickerdoodle who vomited to spite B for throwing him off the bed early this morning. REALLY. Ben cleaned it already but didn’t do a very good job apparently. There is still paper towel stuck to the floor from another spot that B didn’t feel like completely cleaning next to his bed. I feel like I’m cleaning up puke or furballs every day lately, I guess that the cats are sheddier than usual or just more pissed at us, I don’t know.
I’m so sick of cleaning up pee and poop from the human members of my family too.
When did this happen? When did I become the skanky stained-up carpet, crazy cat person who tolerates this? NO, I refuse to let B’s poor cleaning ability affect me, I will persevere and fight the mediocrity that so darkly threatens to befall me! I will not let poopie diapers just sit out and collect dust! I will not let my house smell like a feces factory! I WILL NOT HAVE NASTY FLOORS!
I will purchase and frequently use a steam cleaner.
and so I have. Purchased it that is. My steam cleaner mocks me from across the room. Staring at me.
Our first attempt at using the Hoover machine was an epic fail- we soaked the carpet so much it was wet the next day and our carpet didn’t look any cleaner. The stains were still there. I’ve been afraid to touch it ever since. Afraid and, yes, just a little lazy not to get the manual and read what B did wrong.
Now my problem isn’t that I need a steam cleaner, it’s now I subconsciously think that I can fix it any time so the problem is Me. ME. and I can tell B feels the same way about having the ability now to fix the stains and not the desire. (I know this because he told me, I’m not assuming.) SO, I’m going to give up on him just doing it himself and take the initiative and do it myself. I am a fully capable, intelligent person who can operate a piece of machinery. I’m going to clean my whole house- every scrap of carpet there is! Yes, sirree I am…………..tomorrow… geez it’s been a long and smelly day.