Saturday, February 28, 2009

Borris; My New Best Friend

This coming Tuesday, March 3rd, has been designated as "The Best Day of the Year 2009" in my mind. It's true: 2009 has just begun, but I already know that Tuesday will be the highlight of the year. Actually, winning the lottery is about the only thing that could top it, and since I don't play the lottery, Tuesday is certainly the runner up. Tuesday is the day that my new best friend, Borris the carpet man, is coming to install our new flooring. You have NO IDEA how bad my carpet is. Not even in your wildest dreams could you possibly be able to imagine the horror - I won't go into it - you really don't want to know what I know about the carpet... bad things... dirty things... stinky things... let's just leave it at that. But for a quick example of the rough life our carpet has had in the six years we've lived here, see below:

Rhett spilled red Gatorade this morning. How he got ahold of it is another story for another day, but I mean, it's as if the one-year-old wants the carpet to go out with a BANG! You want to know the real beauty of it all though?? I did not try to clean it up. I didn't even try to sop it up with a towel. I am soooooooooo sick of cleaning this forsaken carpet that when I walked upon Rhett's spill this morning, I threw my hands up, cursed the carpet gods, and vowed that I am not cleaning up ONE more spill or "issue" that occurs on my floor. I am not even vacuuming. Why bother? This floor of nightmares will be out of here Tuesday, and I think if I have to vacuum or clean up a spill one more time before then I will explode.

Take heart, for I have found something that eases my stress about this situation: It helps to go stand next to the new flooring piled in the computer room that is awaiting its installment on Wednesday and run my fingers along its clean, smooth, stain resistant and easy-to-care-for surfaces. Is it wrong to be deeply in love with boxes of new flooring?

Can't forget to include some pictures and stories for the grandparents:
Rhett decided he would help Grant and myself unload and unpack the groceries tonight...That is, until he realized he has his own grocery cart and thought of how splendidly fun it would be to pile as many of those groceries as possible into his little cart. Thanks for your help, Rhett Man. I have to admit though, it was kind of cute though. He knew that Mommy puts the groceries in a cart, and he wanted to do the same thing. It slowed our efforts down a bit (and believe me when I say I can't get the groceries put away fast enough), but it was one of those times I forced myself to stop and enjoy the moment.

This is the kind of craft you create when you have boys: A burning building that your seven toy firetrucks can pretend to put out. Now, I may not be a good drawer, and I may not be able to throw a ball without embarrassing myself, but I can make one killer burning building out of construction paper.

"Look, Mom! I made the letter "A" with microwavable popcorn bags." What? Doesn't everyone make "A's" out of popcorn bags?

And, drum roll for the
Picture of the Month.....................................
I told you the child is always hungry.
buh-dum-ching!

3 comments:

Heather said...

I'm SOOOO jealous of your new flooring! Our carpet is also quite shabby looking with various stains of which I don't even want to try to figure out the origin. I figure we'll let the boys crap it out and then put new carpet in it when we sell! :) Make sure to post pics so I can see what a clean floor looks like!!

Rick J said...

Sooo... does Borris work with a lady named Natasha? Better watch out!

Rachel said...

Sooo...let's see the new floor! (Yes, I'm jealous. I SO miss the ceramic tile we had in our last house, even if Conner did knock his teeth out on it. One plus for carpet I guess, at least it's soft -- or supposed to be!)

And I'm so impressed with your burning building!