So my carpet is all being ripped up on Monday, and as I've been moving everything I own around the house and out of the house, I'm taking a tour of all the stains on the carpet.
Some are questionable. I have no idea how they got there. Some bring back such great memories I thought I'd share.
There are not as many upstairs, so I'll start there.
There's the awesome one in my sewing room where Oakley came upstairs in the middle of the night when he was mad at me (the dogs are not allowed upstairs) and he had his on-command-explosive-diarrhea on the carpet in the middle of the room. Olivia looked in the next day and said, "mom, there's a weird stain on the carpet, like someone spilled coffee in your sewing room!"
And then there's the one at the top of the stairs where Charlie didn't quite make it to the bathroom on the night that he ate about 12 pieces of bacon for dinner. Didn't really digest any of them. Bacon scented vomit cured me from eating bacon for a good six months.
So downstairs. There's the spot where Maggie always pukes whenever she pukes. Right in that one spot where you simply cannot cover it with furniture. And there's more on-command-explosive-diarrhea spots, especially that lovely one where he hit the wall, too.
And then there are the random black spots all over the family room from the time that I was making my homemade soft scrub and forgot all about the reaction between vinegar and baking soda, but was happily shaking my container away when the top flew off and my mixture that had dish soap in it too went a good 15 feet across the kitchen into the family room, all over the back of the couch, on the dog and sprayed little spots all over the carpet. Dish soap is like a magnet for filth.
Oh, and when we had our ant issues when we first moved in, and the vegetable oil container cracked on the way home from the grocery store but I didn't know it and I set it on the carpet by the garage? And the ants came up in that random spot for weeks?
And the spot where the couch is, that's like the best piece of carpet in the house. That and the spot outside the laundry room that ALWAYS has piles of laundry on it.
Oh, carpet, I'm not going to miss you and all of your memories.