As I sweat, pant, and growl through the shampooing of my carpets, I ask myself, "Who would put white plush carpeting in the dining room?" My husband, that's who!! Frustrated and exhausted, I hurriedly go over the carpet again and again with the shampooer. Each spot symbolizing another day in the growth of my 3-year-old son. A punch stain next to his chair, a chocolate milk stain from when he threw his last tantrum, a popsicle drip from last week, and a tire mark from his little dirt bike. Why is there a bicycle in the house you ask? Hell....I don't know!!!
Funny how I can find meaning in all these stains. My struggles with O.C.D. (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), long lost since my single days. The immaculate house that only had to be dusted and vacuumed once a week, yeah....right!! hahaha! Since the kids came along, I have learned to cherish each day. A little spot or hand print here or there isn't a big deal anymore. But...just as I'm reminiscing on these cherished thoughts, here comes my husband walking through the wet dining room carpet...with Harley boots on!!! Arghhh!!! The dream is over!!
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