The plan this morning was to spend our “free time” portion of the day (the 2 – 3 hours after breakfast but before lunch and naps) going to the post office and then to the store to find Noah a suit that he could wear in my mom’s upcoming wedding. We had spent the past 2 days at home, so that was the plan… until Abby decided to change it.
We got up this morning and did our usual thing. No problems there. I had just finished giving the kids their shower andsent them to their room to get dressed. In the minute it took me to hang the towels up, Abby decided (on her short walk from the bathroom to the bedroom) to take a detour into the loft/playroom… and go potty… not the good kind… not that one way is better than the other, but this was bad… just bad.
So our plans changed. Instead of finding the perfect little man suit for Noah, I spent the rest of the morning cleaning carpets. They desperately needed to be cleaned again, but I had been hoping to do that on a day that 1) was warmer so that I could open the windows to speed the drying time and 2) Ray was home, so that he could keep the kids occupied while I cleaned. No such luck in either case today. *sigh*
I couldn’t help thinking about my love/hate relationship with carpets (and cleaning them) while I was working upstairs. I love seeing and smelling the difference with each row that passes, but am completely disgusted by the black, nasty water in the machine. I can’t help but think that even though I vacuum the carpets, we sit and play on that nastiness daily. Had I not run out of cleaner and had it not been nap time, I probably would have continued cleaning the carpets in the other rooms upstairs too. There’s something about seeing the dirty water that just makes you want to clean them all.
Noah got a little frustrated about the change in plans today. He knew that we were going shopping to buy him something, so he didn’t like that we weren’t going to the store. Then it bothered him that the carpet was wet because he wasn’t allowed to put his toys back where they belonged. I’ve been trying to teach him that his toys don’t belong in Mama and Daddy’s bedroom and today was the first day that he actually decided to listen to me and put them where they belong… only that I was the one that put his toys in our room. *sigh* Go figure that the one time he actually wants to follow the rules he can’t.
So after this mornings fiasco, I’ve decided that I will not make plans for this weekend. There are somethings that I would like to get done, but I won’t hold my breath… and I won’t be putting the carpet cleaner away just yet either… because you never know. 😉