Jun. 20th, 2009
It's no secret that I hate the living room carpet. It's our only room with a carpet and it's ugly--that landlord-special "color" which shows all dirt and grunge. It was never particularly well stretched on the east side of the room, so it's got some ridges and bumps.
And it shows dirt. Now, we're a family who takes off shoes indoors, but we still have a dog and toddler. Between dog feet and toddler disasters, the carpet is now fairly grungy. When Ronan began experimenting with being diaperless, I quickly realized the need for a carpet cleaner. Not wanting to store a big one, I opted for a spot bot.
I now have pristine polka dots on my otherwise grungy carpet. I can't decide if this is better or worse. It's not like there's any point in replacing this carpet before he's potty trained. Heck, it's not like there's any point in replacing it before we sell in a few years. And so long as I keep tipping over the high chair tray with two teeny dabs of paint . . . there's just not point in doing anything but staring at polka dots. So that's what I'm doing.
The blocked ears + spot bot noise . . . . makes today lots of fun.

And it shows dirt. Now, we're a family who takes off shoes indoors, but we still have a dog and toddler. Between dog feet and toddler disasters, the carpet is now fairly grungy. When Ronan began experimenting with being diaperless, I quickly realized the need for a carpet cleaner. Not wanting to store a big one, I opted for a spot bot.
I now have pristine polka dots on my otherwise grungy carpet. I can't decide if this is better or worse. It's not like there's any point in replacing this carpet before he's potty trained. Heck, it's not like there's any point in replacing it before we sell in a few years. And so long as I keep tipping over the high chair tray with two teeny dabs of paint . . . there's just not point in doing anything but staring at polka dots. So that's what I'm doing.
The blocked ears + spot bot noise . . . . makes today lots of fun.
