Last night Josh and I were discussing the lack of progress our vegetable garden is making. I pointed out that we should probably be watering it more than we are, and suggested Josh mow the lawn and then turn the sprinkler on to quench our collective greenage. He agreed as long as I went in to get dinner started. While I was busy coordinating dinner items while simultaneously trying to watch Laura, he yelled in to me to close the windows upstairs because he was imminently ready to turn on the sprinkler. I ran up quickly and shut the guest room window because I knew I had had it open earlier in the day, but what I failed to remember was that Josh gets way too hot to sleep at night (as we have no air conditioning) and has to leave our bedroom window open. So, because I wasn't the one who opened it and was preoccupied with dinner/ Laura, I forgot to check and make sure it was also closed. It wasn't. (Do you like how I transferred the blame, there? ;)) When we finally went to go to bed at 11:00, we realized that the curtain, duvet, pillows, sheets, mattress, and floor had all received a good watering along with the vegetable garden and lawn. Great. Just what I wanted to be dealing with when I was about to go to bed. So we spent 15 minutes changing sheets and hanging bedding to dry before bed and decided we would air out the mattress and pull the nightstand away from the wall in the morning to let it all dry out during the day.
| DISASTER #1 |
This morning after breakfast Laura made her way up to our room only to discover a grand new play area! Did you know that box springs are a great playground for a one-year-old to jump and roll around on? Neither did I. So I just sat on the floor in there and watched her for a good 10 - 15 minutes. Then I decided I was going to paint in the guest room while she napped today, and so went in there to prep while she was otherwise occupied. I was moving a shelf out of the way into the nursery when I came back to discover terrible terrible disaster #2. Laura had gone into the guest room during the 60 seconds it had taken me to move the shelf and tipped over the entire bucket of paint. It had a lid on it, but it wasn't on tight, and so I came back to a centimetre deep, two foot wide bright turquoise puddle of paint soaking into the beige carpet.
"OOOHHHHH NNNOOOOOOOO, Laura NOOOO!!!"
She was covered in it. She must have sat in the puddle, because there was paint covering the entire tops of her feet, pretty much up to her ankles, and the bottom of her (beautiful and expensive) cloth diaper were all Carribean Sea coloured. She started crying because I was freaking out. I put her in the tub while I frantically tried to scoop up as much of the puddle of paint back into the empty can as I could. Not only had she managed to dump the entire can of paint and coat herself in it, she also got bright turquoise paint on our clean white duvet that was in the guest room drying out from last night's fiasco (and also on a variety of other things that were in there.) Additionally, there are coordinating turquoise footprints in the carpet leading away from the puddle. There was no way I could deal with this myself. Laura was screaming at the top of her lungs in the bathtub thinking the world was ending, and as soon as any of the paint dried, that would be the end of my hopes of trying to get it off. Josh was already planning on coming home for lunch today, so I called him and told him to come home early. When he got here he dealt with Laura while I tried to salvage the rest of the paint covered items. There was obviously no hope for the carpet... I tried using the Green Machine to suck up as much paint as I could, but it is stained beyond hope. There was a power bar casualty. The duvet I'm not sure about yet... I doubt I will be able to get all of it out, there will likely be a faint turquoise stain, which isn't too bad since it won't be visible once inside the cover. The paint came off the diaper cover, but the fleece inside will probably remain turquoise for some time, as will the insert. My clothes got in the line of fire and are probably ruined, and there was also a reusable bag that was hit, but it was the one thing that came clean.
"OOOHHHHH NNNOOOOOOOO, Laura NOOOO!!!"
She was covered in it. She must have sat in the puddle, because there was paint covering the entire tops of her feet, pretty much up to her ankles, and the bottom of her (beautiful and expensive) cloth diaper were all Carribean Sea coloured. She started crying because I was freaking out. I put her in the tub while I frantically tried to scoop up as much of the puddle of paint back into the empty can as I could. Not only had she managed to dump the entire can of paint and coat herself in it, she also got bright turquoise paint on our clean white duvet that was in the guest room drying out from last night's fiasco (and also on a variety of other things that were in there.) Additionally, there are coordinating turquoise footprints in the carpet leading away from the puddle. There was no way I could deal with this myself. Laura was screaming at the top of her lungs in the bathtub thinking the world was ending, and as soon as any of the paint dried, that would be the end of my hopes of trying to get it off. Josh was already planning on coming home for lunch today, so I called him and told him to come home early. When he got here he dealt with Laura while I tried to salvage the rest of the paint covered items. There was obviously no hope for the carpet... I tried using the Green Machine to suck up as much paint as I could, but it is stained beyond hope. There was a power bar casualty. The duvet I'm not sure about yet... I doubt I will be able to get all of it out, there will likely be a faint turquoise stain, which isn't too bad since it won't be visible once inside the cover. The paint came off the diaper cover, but the fleece inside will probably remain turquoise for some time, as will the insert. My clothes got in the line of fire and are probably ruined, and there was also a reusable bag that was hit, but it was the one thing that came clean.
| DISASTER #2 |
I said to Josh, "Could this have possibly been any worse?" to which he replied, "Laura could have drank the paint." Good point. Well played. I also came up with, "Well, at least we hadn't already replaced the carpet in that room," and, "at least I was able to save most of the paint (although there is probably significantly more hair in it now)".
So now what? Well, hopefully our mattress from fiasco #1 will dry out and not grow mould. And as for disaster #2, I guess we will be replacing the carpet in Laura's new room. We have a new student coming next week, though, and something tells me it's not going to happen before then. I guess she is going to be living in a room with a large, ocean-coloured stain on the floor. Ugh.
So now what? Well, hopefully our mattress from fiasco #1 will dry out and not grow mould. And as for disaster #2, I guess we will be replacing the carpet in Laura's new room. We have a new student coming next week, though, and something tells me it's not going to happen before then. I guess she is going to be living in a room with a large, ocean-coloured stain on the floor. Ugh.

