A Steaming Pile of Fun

Meet my new best friend....I call him Hoovy.

Hoovy is a Hoover HeatSurge carpet cleaner.
Hoovy was purchased as a luxury item about 5 months ago. I had just thrown away our crappy Little Green, after months of it oozing black stuff onto my cream colored carpet, and was fretting over the decision to buy a new one. Should I buy another little one? Do I want to spend the money to get a full sized carpet cleaner? These are tough decisions for the frugal minded. So after pacing up and down the isle in Wal Mart I finally hoisted it into the cart and walked quickly away beore I could change my mind.
Even as the unopened box sat in my car for the rest of the evening (because I didn't feel like bringing it in yet, since that is admitting your purchase) I debated if it was a good purchase. The next morning I woke up, fed the dogs and kiddo, and assembled Hoovy. Little did I know this would be a pivotal moment in my life.
The very next day my son tipped over a vase with nearly dead flowers in it, which happened to contain lillies. The pollen from the lillies mixed with the water in the vase and made a bright-ass yellow stain on my CREAM carpet. "Shit, that is never going to come out," I say to myself. Low and behold Hoovy came through for me on his first day on the job. Not a trace of yellow to be found.
Since then I have cleaned up many messes with it.
Last week, my husband walked across our carpet, again very CREAM colored, with grease on his boots. Murder was considered, but instead I put dish soap on it and sicked Hoovy on it. Success. It got it all out! A miracle to say the least.
However, I am beginning to resent my relationship with Hoovy since we got our new "puppy." I've been spending a good portion of my day cleaning up unidentifiable stains. I feel like carpet cleaning is my part-time job. In the last 3 days I have cleaned up: juice, tomato sauce, dog barf, dog pee, baby poop, and chocolate pudding (my husband again).
Maybe Hoovy and I should start charging for our services!

*This is an entry I wrote as a journal for another website about a year and a half ago. I decided to bring it here, because it's a good one. ;) Wouldn't want my readers to miss out!

So Little Time

You'd be surprised what you can get done in an hour. Since, I became a mother, let alone a mother of two, I can literally clean almost my whole house in 1 hour. Now it won't be "eat off the floor clean" or "the MIL is coming over clean," but it is definitely not shameful! Before I had kids this might take me all day. Now I have learned to clean in a whirlwind of furry. A bag for garbage tied to my waistband, a rag for wiping slung over my shoulder, and madly throwing toys into bins!
This morning I woke up around 9:30 (thank you very much you saintly little children for letting your mother recharge her batteries) and soon after my friend called. I haven't seen her for a very long time, and she just moved back to town. So she asked if she could stop by this morning, and of course I'm not going to turn that down no matter how dirty my house is.
So I had 1 hour to do the shower ritual, clean the house, and get breakfast. I managed to get all that done, and now I'm just waiting for her to get here. This is no small task considering our house is 2300 sq. ft. *takes a bow* THANK YOU VERY MUCH, YOU'RE TOO KIND! (sorry that was just me imagining the praise you're giving me. Just kidding!) Now that she's taking a little longer, I might try to go do something over the top like vacuum!

Making Room

This weekend we are starting to make Lillie's room. It used to be our office, so I have to go through and switch furniture and reorganize lots of papers, etc. Why is it I never realize how much junk I have until I go to do something like this? I think it will take an hour or two to complete and it takes a couple days. Mostly because my little helpers aren't so helpful. Byron keeps dragging things out that I just put away and playing with my printers (he must think since I moved it out to the family room it's okay to touch now...). The rooms I'm rearranging are upstairs, and Lillie is downstairs napping on the dryer. That means I have to go up and down the stairs every time she wants the Binky back in. It's good for the exercise program though! Just frustrating for my personality. See, I'm one of those people that likes to sit down and finish a project all at once or I'm afraid I never will. It's so daunting to have to keep starting and stopping every time someone needs a drink, a snack, a Binky, a boob, etc. I'm sure I'll get it done sometime this summer.
Anyway, just wanted to write a quick note about my frustrations, while I'm cuddling the toddler. (He is being very clingy today, this is also not helping.)