I have a kid. (You probably knew that.)
Before the kid, I had dogs. (No breaking news there either.)
I'm not going to lie to you and proclaim them to be perfect animals who were so trained, they rang a bell to signal their need for the outdoors. While I wish they would let me know more often other than the annoying clink of their water bowl when Blue finds it empty then proceeds to paw it until the ceramic comes up and then back down on the floor, an audible cue for "Woman, I'm parched!", they're just not that smart. (Both John and I hate that sound and even Sprite has chimed in with "The dogs want water!" since the sound interferes with her Mickey Mouse Clubhouse viewing.) (Maybe I should make it a chore for Sprite?) (But she'd probably spill while filling up the bowl. Nope, better just to kvetch and fetch for now.)
In any given week, we will find a wet spot near the dining room table where Harry decided he could wait no longer for us to get off our duffs and get him out the door or a wet spot in the carpet which we won't find until one of us steps in it, a sure sign that Blue has been there. We spot treat and blot with the best of them, but come on, people. You must know what my carpets look like. I can no longer try to convince others that it's an offbeat pattern that I found at Home Depot, nor can I blame it on the child who is now verbal enough to deny accusations of tinkle trickery.
Things finally came to a head (or tail since most of our problem seem to originate from that area) when I began noticing a certain smell in our bedroom. You see, the dogs like to camp out underneath our bed at night (it DOES make for a bitching tent), and dogs being the way they are, don't like to pee where they sleep, so they prefer to pee underneath where WE sleep. I finally begged John to get a service to come steam clean our carpets.
He did one better. He got a Hoover Steamvac. (The silver kind.) For about ten bucks less than a professional would charge for our house, we were now the owners of a steam cleaner.
But did it work?
I was at work when he brought it home, promising to figure the sucker out for me. I may have called him ten times while he was setting everything up since I was reading product reviews and gleaning off of other people's tips as I found them.
"Jen, let me try it and then I'll call you back." That was John Speak for "Call one more time and I turn on WoW and forget I just spent $140.00."
Twenty minutes later, he called me.
"Can you come home now? You won't believe it!"
He did half the hallway carpet so I could see the before and after and then all of Sprite's room since both she and the dogs had done whatever they could to destroy it.
Why yes, my carpets ARE tan, not gray. But now we can prove it! (The rest of it was cleaned after I put the camera away. And it ALL looks good.)
I love the look of track marks. (The GOOD kind.)
By the time I got home, he was sitting at his computer as if nothing had happened, while I exclaimed over the newness that was our carpets. (Seriously, I get excited over the strangest things.)
Come Saturday, we put the steam cleaner to the toughest test, under our bed.
John was as excited about taking apart the bed as he would be for a physical, so he chose to take the harder route by pushing the bed to one side of the room and then the other (adding a good half hour to the process).
Tangent: Anyone who has trellis art like this on their walls knows by now that you need to vacuum these things at least once in your lifetime. I hate trellis art if only for the fact that they are dust magnets.
Yup, that's what you think it is. Blue's calling card. Embarrassing, no? (That would be yes.) But this is the before.
And after! No more! All gone! (Insert bleached toothy smile here)
We were able to finish the entire room and get all the furniture moved back within a few hours. And the smell? What smell?
I'm sold. I never thought home cleaners would ever work as well as the pros or the rentals, but we were able to do it ourselves and get it done to our satisfaction without having to block off our entire day, move mountains of furniture for some stranger to come into our home and run a hose through our living room, and then deal with wet floors for the next 12-24 hours.
Sure, I could live without my Hoover, but it would be nicer to smell the roses without smelling the dogs who just peed on them.
Now all this infomercial needs is a catch phrase. How about, "With the power of Hoover steam, even your carpets will gleam!"
There's a reason I'm not in advertising..
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Next week's Spin Assignment: Confessions/ Admissions
That's right, one of our first Spin Cycle topics is back! Well, it's been a year and a half, surely you've got some fresh stuff to confess by now!
What's weighing on your mind? Got a secret you just want to get off your chest? Let go of that luggage here!
Have you called someone by the wrong name for years only to find out their actual name was nowhere close to who you thought they were?
Have you fought for one point even knowing you were wrong?
(Both of these examples may have happened to me..)
Spin it up and unload the guilt!
See you next week on the Spin Cycle!